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odatelier · 3 months ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤUNLIKELY PAIR * CHEERLEADER!JENNIE

𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖢𝖨𝖲 ،،̲ jennie was the campus it girl. she had a hot boyfriend, good grades, and all the popularity one could want. so why did jennie care if you, a nobody, was getting hit on?

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𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 ،،̲ sub!jennie, hard dom!reader, slow burn, jealousy, brat taming (!!!), teasing, suggestive themes, dry humping, spanking, begging, masturbation, jennie receiving oral sex, messy, cum eating.

“why were you talking to that loser?”

jennie’s arms crossed over her chest and she raised an eyebrow as she waited for your answer. if looks could kill, you’d have already been six feet under. she watched the way your eye twitched in annoyance. the empty classroom was eerily quiet for a few moments while you paused before replying blankly. “this has nothing to do with the presentation you said you wanted to discuss.”

jennie rolled her eyes. she was used to that deadpan attitude of yours, but it pissed her off to no end.

“yeah, well, i don’t care.” jennie pushed off the desk and stepped closer to you, shoving her index against your chest. she hated it, how towering you were. how she had to look up at you, while you had the perfect view of everything she didn’t want you to see. “just answer the question. why were you talking to her.”

now it was your turn to roll your eyes. “i was talking to her because i wanted to. it’s a free country.”

a scoff passed from jennie’s pretty lips at your answer. why’d she even ask? it was a stupid question to begin with. “of course you do.”

her head tilted back and she looked at you, watching a few strands of your hair brush against your cheeks. she was tempted to reach out and touch. her fingers wanted to touch the skin behind them, feel your pulse. wait. no. shut up, mind.

“you have bad taste.” she deadpanned.

“sure. . .” you trailed off with a sigh. glancing at the wall clock, it showed you had 20 minutes left before class. “anything else?”

jennie’s jaw clenched slightly. everything you said, the tone of your voice, the look on your face, even the way you held yourself ― it was all irritating. she wanted nothing more than to smack the indifferent expression right off your face.

jennie stepped even closer until only a few inches separated the two of you and she refused to back away. her own expression mirrored yours as she leaned back slightly, still looking you up and down. “why didn’t you ever text me back last weekend?”

you huffed sharply through your nose. she wasn’t going to let you go, was she? “there was nothing else to say. you were spamming.”

her nose scrunched up in annoyance and jennie narrowed her eyes. that’s when a new feeling started rising in her chest. it was ugly, something she didn’t think she’d feel for someone like you.

“i ―” she began, lifting one hand up to lightly shove your chest again.

“don’t ―” again, her hand pushed against you.

“spam.” and one more time. each word was punctuated with another push.

your expression flickered with something akin to what one would look at an annoying fly, her little shoves not deterring you or moving you much either. “are you done?”

jennie’s nostrils flared as she tilted her head back to glare at you. and why was it so much hotter when you glared? what a weird thing to be attracted to. attracted to. . . wait. she was not attracted to you. no damn way. you were annoying her right now, she should hate you.

the pushes finally stopped as her hand balled into a fist and rested against your chest. “why didn’t you keep the conversation going?” she was getting a headache now from you. why did you have to be so indifferent all the time when she was here feeling so. . . so. . . ugh. what was the feeling she had? she pushed it away, the feeling of wanting to grab your face or punch it or press her own against your mouth. it was annoying.

“because.” you shrugged, unphased. you hoped not reacting to her would bore her out and she’s leave you alone.

she was getting more and more pissed off with every word that passed from your lips. jennie knew she was hot, she was petite and soft and pretty. she was used to getting her way, she was used to men, women and every gender in between falling all over her. but you were indifferent. it was irritating, stupid and infuriating.

she wanted to push you. or punch you. or smack you. or kiss you. oh god. . . why did she want to kiss you all of a sudden?

“anything else you want to say or do?” you scoffed, crossing your arms as you looked down at her, almost tired of being in a constant state of annoyance. “or is her highness going to allow me to get back to class?”

highness? she was not a princess, far from it, but she did look like one. she was the epitome of doe-like perfection and she liked it that way. all the girls either wanted to be her or be with someone like her. and yet there you were, being disinterested and rude to her. acting like she wasn’t the most desirable person around. “oh, bite me.” the words left her mouth before she could even stop herself.

“i will if you keep annoying the crap out of me.” you suppressed a groan, sitting down on one of the seats. you knew she wasn’t going to let you go any time soon until she had her fun with you. gaze flickering around the empty classroom, you eventually stopped to give jennie a once-over, looking at her properly for the first time. her skirt was too short, you noticed off the bat.

jennie’s nose scrunched up with annoyance when she noticed you were checking her out. “shut up,” she huffed and leaned back up against the desk, her arms crossing over her chest. she made sure to shove her chest out more so you could get a better look.

“excellent comeback.” you rolled your eyes and looked away, finding the window more interesting than this mind-numbing conversation.

jennie hated the way you looked right now. arms crossed, shirt tight enough to show how well-built you were for a girl despite your pretty curves, sitting there and looking so relaxed. the more she looked, the more she realized the almost androgynous attractiveness you had. it confused her.

friends, family, strangers alike would fall over themselves to compliment or please jennie, but here you were, acting like you didn’t even care who she was. she wanted to wipe the look off your face. jennie was too used to people unable to take their eyes off her. no one ever treated her like this before and it pissed her off. “ugh,” she groaned, stepping closer to you. jennie reached for your shoulder and shoved you gently. “look at me.”

“there’s nothing much to look at.” you bit back without thinking, your lips twitching upwards slightly, suppressing a small laugh at your own response. “unless there’s something you want to show me that i haven’t seen before?”

jennie’s nostrils flared the moment that last phrase passed from your lips. oh, she really wanted to smack you.

jennie would show you something. show you there was plenty to look at. she stepped up to you and stood in between your legs. slowly, her hands came up and rested on your chest. “i’ve got lots of things i could show you.” she taunted in a low voice, her heart beating quickly. she felt almost lightheaded.

you were momentarily surprised by the fact that she toyed back at you, head tilting slightly as you felt a flicker of interest in your chest (and somewhere else). this was a first. “oh really? then go on and give me an example before i walk out of here. . .”

she’d give you a good example. the best example ever. her hand gripped your shirt and suddenly she was climbing into your lap, settling down heavily against your thighs, both hands now resting against your chest. jennie straddled your lap and she was close enough to see you, to smell you, to feel you.

“does this example work?” jennie breathed out, forcing her voice to sound seductive and not needy like she felt underneath.

“not really,” you looked down at her and your palms settled over her hips. “you’re not the first girl i’ve had in my lap. you’ll have to do more than that to get my attention.”

“is that so?” jennie’s eyes widened for a split second before a defiant look crossed her eyes. she moved, grinding her hips slowly against your own as she bit her lip. her hands began to roam up from your chest, fingers tracing against the skin of your neck and jawline. a shiver passed down her spine the minute she touched you. “do you really think others did better?”

“i guess you’ll have to prove otherwise.” you gripped her hips, fingers slightly digging into the curve of her ass as you made sure the tough material of your jeans rubbed against her clit through her panties with every grind.

a soft gasp escaped jennie’s lips at the feeling and it was almost embarrassing how much she liked the pressure. and the look in your eyes. . . she’d never seen a look like that from you before. her heart was pounding in her ribcage now, feeling more intense than it ever had before. “prove it, huh?”

jennie hummed, leaning forward until her chest was all but pressed against yours, her breath hitting your lips. damn, you smelled good. she felt your fingers slip under her skirt to feel the smooth flesh of her plump ass, squeezing the skin softly as she rolled her hips. jennie moaned softly at the contact.

“you promised to show me a good time,” you mumbled in her neck, nipping the skin under her jaw teasingly. “and yet i’m sitting here and doing all the work.”

jennie’s clit was throbbing softly and she felt her panties dampen as you grabbed her hips and pressed her further into your lap. jennie had the urge to press her face against your neck. she held back, just barely, and let out a slow breath. “you’re ―” she huffed, pushing slightly back into your hands while one of her hands tugged on your hair. she was not going to let you win. “you’re so insufferable, you know that?”

“tch.” you smacked her ass, feeling the fat jiggle under your palm. “careful, brat. you’re not going to get your way with me.”

jennie flinched slightly, but then her eyes narrowed at the fact that your expression didn’t change, still as emotionless as ever. “shut up.” she hissed out, her own grasp on your shirt tugging you closer so she could lean in again. jennie pressed her lips against the skin of your neck, and then nipped gently. “and i always get my way, mutt.”

“that’s it.” your annoyance flared at her words. you grabbed her waist and lifted her off your lap and onto the table, tugging her harshly until she was bent over the surface. keeping one of your palms on the small of her back, you made sure she was pinned face down onto the surface, ignoring her yelp of surprise. “either you behave, or i’ll make you behave. and you’re going to call me ma’am.”

jennie seethed. this was not how this was supposed to go. but the feeling of your hand on her back and the way you were holding her down was making her mind go all fuzzy. jennie pushed against the table, turning her head to glare at you. “i’m never calling you ma’am,” she protested defiantly. “i don’t care how big and strong you are, i’m not following your orders.”

“wrong answer.” your free hand easily unbuckled her skirt and let it slip down her long legs. jennie’s skin was smooth and blemish-free, the sight making you want to mark every inch. your gaze set on her baby blue panties. the cotton fabric was high cut and barely contained the round globes of her ass. you kept her pinned with one hand while the other harshly smacked the right cheek, enough to leave a nice red mark. “apologize.”

jennie hissed through her teeth as your hand came down. it hurt, but it didn’t hurt terribly. just enough sting that was quickly being overpowered by the fire that was starting in her gut. her heart was suddenly beating a hundred miles a minute and she gripped the wood of the table so hard her knuckles went white. “no,” jennie forced out. it came out like a strangled gasp and she wondered why the hell her voice sounded so weak.

“no?” your gaze roamed over her sprawled form. a slight red mark was blossoming in her ass you spanked her harder. you didn’t miss the wobble in her voice and the patch of wetness on the crotch of her panties. “apologize. now.”

“ah!” jennie cried out when another spank landed. another mark that would surely leave a bruise. why was her skin so stupidly sensitive? why was she feeling so weak? jennie should push back up, fight you harder, shove back against your hand. but the moment she tried, the hand came down again. and that’s when she felt that odd throb in her pussy. the need, the want. she was starting to get worked up. “just. . . just shut up, goddamnit.” she tried to snap back, but it no longer held the same confidence.

“what a shame. . . we could be having so much fun,” your voice was cold, but teasing, which was the most emotion you’d ever shown around jennie. unable to hold back, your fingers dipped past her panties to rub her wet pussy teasingly, fingers drenching in her juices. when you heard her moan, you pulled back and spanked her again, mesmerized by the way her ass jiggled. you refused to give her what she wanted. “but you won’t to be a good girl and listen. don’t you know only good girls get rewarded?”

jennie’s pussy pulsed. by now the wetness in her panties was obvious and uncomfortable, and the fact that you were being a prick was turning her on even more. jennie’s skin was burning and her heart was racing. she was starting to get lightheaded and her body was heating up. her breath came out in small pants and she found herself struggling against your hand.

jennie wasn’t a bad girl. jennie was a good girl. jennie needed to be a good girl. “i am a good girl.” she forced the words out, voice almost sounding like a whine.

“good. then apologize. and call me ma’am.” you smirked, feeling a rush as you enjoyed her giving in, but it wasn’t enough. you wanted to reduce her to a whining and needy mess. you wanted to break her princess act and make her beg you to get her off. you wanted her to beg for your fingers in her pussy, your mouth on her clit. “go on.”

“n-no, i. . .” jennie couldn’t say it. she refused to believe she was going to give in this easily. jennie had never given in to anyone, she was used to being the one in control, the one calling the shots. but here you were, forcing her to give in. jennie felt her eyes burn and suddenly she realized she was shaking. her legs were quivering and if you kept this up she was going to collapse. this was embarrassing. “i’m sorry,” she said stubbornly. “i’m sorry, ma’am.”

“beg.” you chuckled, kneeling behind her as you gave her another harsh spank before trailing your tongue over the pink and throbbing skin to soothe the sting. “beg for me to make you feel good.”

“please.” the word spilled out involuntarily and it took jennie a moment for her brain to catch up as she processed what she said. oh god. had she just pleaded with someone like you? begged for you to give her pleasure. jennie was ashamed of herself and her face flooded with heat. her head leaned down, so her forehead was resting against the table. jennie’s voice was quiet as she forced the words out, unable to do anything but push past her shame. “please, ma’am. i’ll be a good girl. j-just make me feel good.”

“hmm, finally.” your fingers hooked her panties and pushed it down, watching the faint wisps of her juices cause the panties to cling to her cunt before peeling off. you wasted no time before licking a long stripe from her throbbing clit to the rosy bud of her asshole, hearing her gasp. you could almost hear the wood creak from how jennie grasped the edge of the table. “and now you can get your reward.”

jennie’s eyes squeezed shut as she shivered from her soaked cunt being exposed to the cold air. the utter shame from the action of being bent over and having her pussy licked in an empty class, especially by someone like you had her clenching and squirming. she felt your hands grasp the flesh of her inner thighs and push them apart to reveal more of her wet and puffy pussy lips so you could wiggle your tongue between more easily.

jennie’s moans and mewls wouldn’t stop, especially when the hot appendage of your tongue laved over her swollen clit repeatedly, the sensitive bud throbbing. your tongue dipped lower and prodded her tight slit, feeling the walls of her cunt clench around the muscle. “needy, aren’t we?” jennie heard you tease, your hot breath brushing against her hypersensitive cunt and causing her to twitch. yet her legs remained spread for your mouth, hips pushing back softly as your tongue and mouth found a rhythm.

“f―fuck. . .” jennie breathed, feeling you pull away to spit on her hooded clit, shaky hand instinctively reaching back to grasp your head and push you back until your mouth met her pussy again. “r―right there.”

you smirked in her pussy as you followed her command, sucking the slippery fold of her clit in your mouth and feeling her jolt, tongue swirling through her dripping cunt. you felt your own panties dampen from the taste of her juices flood your palette, one of your hands slipping into the front of your jeans to rub your clit through your panties while you sucked on her clit and lapped up her juices.

“please.” jennie whispered shakily, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt something tighten in the pit of her stomach. everything else forgotten, her body slipped into instinct as she chased the high that was building up. her thighs were shaking and her mind had blanked. she was unable to think or bother about anything except the feel of you sucking her clit, your head moving from side to side. tongue and teeth lashing on the sensitive bundle of nerves, jennie felt tears gather on her lashline. “please.”

meanwhile you gripped her leg with one hand, your other hand furiously rubbing your own clit as you sloppily ate her pussy. jennie’s shaky fingers gripped your head in place between her legs while she moved her hips back to match your tongue. her cries were incoherent but you could tell how close she was by the way her thighs spasmed and her juices dripped down your chin.

“i’m so close. . .” jennie sobbed, voice a trembling whimper as she struggled for breaths, propping her leg on the table and you paused to watch the way her pussy lips peeled open, dripping with a mix of her creamy juices and your saliva. you pressed your face between her legs, fingers working your own clit quickly while you lapped at the hardened bundle of nerves. you didn’t forget to give her fluttering hole some attention, pushing your tongue in and out of the sopping slit.

jennie’s cries increased in pitch and volume while your tongue lashed at her cunt at a mind numbing pace, feeling her approach her orgasm while you felt your own build up. setting a pace between your tongue and fingers that you both reached your climax together, you felt jennie finally cum in your mouth with a scream, your hips jerking as your moans were muffled between her legs. you ended up coming in your pants with a muffled groan, the vibrations from your mouth prolonging jennie’s orgasm as she bucked her hips back into your face.

her thighs continued to tremble and her eyes rolled back, expecting you to stop once your orgasm had subsided; however, you continued licking at jennie’s walls. she let out a pained groan, trying to tug your hair away from her over-sensitised pussy, but you were stronger and held yourself there as you continued eating her out until her legs shook and she cried out. “n―no more!”

you panted softly as you hesitantly pulled away. strings of her juices connected her pussy to your mouth as you licked your lips and wiped your chin with the back of your hand. both of you were gasping your breath as jennie shakily turned herself over and glanced at you, her eyes dazed and head tipped back.

jennie struggled for breath, glancing at the ceiling as she attempted to gather her wits and grasp what she had just done. she was interrupted by the sound of the bell, signaling her class starting somewhere in the building as dread began to settle in her chest. what had she done?

she slowly sat up and pushed herself up off the desk. jennie’s movements were slow and careful, trying not to show just how weak her legs felt right now. her face was flushed and her breaths came out in pants. why the hell did she get so riled up like that? it made her mad. it made her want to punch you and kiss you at the same time.

jennie quickly pulled her skirt up and tucked her blouse back in, avoiding your gaze still kneeling by her the whole time. “i’m―i’m just going to go to class.” she didn’t know what else to say. jennie was still in denial about the whole situation. it all still felt like a fever dream.

“oh? already?” you cleared your throat, an amused glint in your eyes. you were unable to keep the smirk off your face as you watched her avoid your eyes and get ready to leave. it was pleasing to see how the bitchy little cheerleader reduced to a meek mess just from your tongue. “what a shame. . .”

jennie was not a mess. she wasn’t. sure, her body was on fire and the ache between her legs was annoying and frustrating, but she was not a mess. in fact, she felt more clear headed than she had in a long time. only because of the kind of release she just had that left her satisfied beyond measure. not that she’d ever admit that to you.

her eyes narrowed, but jennie still was avoiding your gaze. “i need to go to class,” she mumbled again before quickly turning to leave the classroom. ugh. she hated you.

jennie stormed towards her locker with a frown. her body was a mess of emotions. frustration, anger and. . . need. wait, need? again?

she took a moment to rest her back against her locker and let out a slow breath. the interaction ran through her mind and she huffed, trying to calm herself. god, you were so infuriating. jennie’s fingers gently touched her now-tender skin and she hissed slightly. you’d bruised her.

this can never happen again, jennie told herself. yet every time she recalled the last glance she had of you wiping your lips after giving her the most mind-blowing head she'd ever received, she felt her pussy flutter in tandem with her heart.

still, the dread didn't pass. god, what had jennie done? she put herself in an intimate position with a girl she claimed was a nobody. jennie had never been with a girl like that. did it always feel so good? it was hard to admit, but the truth was, she liked it.

and fortunately for you, she wanted more. so who was the bigger loser now?

𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗏𝖾𝗅

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24kmar · 8 months ago

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𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐀 (A. Donaldson, T.Duncan)

𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: A. Donaldson x Fem!Reader, T.Duncan x Fem!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ MDNI, SMUT, Sugar Baby! Reader, Female Manipulator Reader(Wolf in sheeps clothing), Daddies money reader 🤭, Age Gap! (Early 30's art and tashi, early 20's reader), power imbalance, language.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When Tashi and Art see Pro! Tennis player reader they cant help but be infatuated. She's just so perfect, on court and off. When she starts moving up in the tennis world, they decide to take up on this oppurtunity. Offering to coach her and take part in her success and her life.

𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘. 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐. 𝑶𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒐? 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.

You were used to getting what she wanted, growing up the golden child with daddies money. Always winning, in tennis and in life. Being signed to NIKE. Truly a born stunner. And thats just what tashi and art needed.

When they went to a standford tennis game, only for the nostalgia (lies, they saw you play at standford and needed to have you). Sitting down after finally getting away from the crowds of fans. Thats when they saw you, stretching and getting ready for your match. Getting ready to win.

Seeing you play gave them the rush, the hope they needed. With each grunt, each step you took, each roar of victory. They grew more and more hungry for you. You were so power hungry, so ambitious, just like tashi. Just perfect. After winning the match (of course you did) they came up to you.

"Y/N L/N" tashi spoke walking up to you.

Turning around hearing your name, you were met with the stars of the tennis world.

"Oh my god, tashi duncan, art donaldson. Its amazing to meet you." You beem shaking their hands. "We've been watching you" tashi speaks " you're good, really good." Art finishes for her.

"We would like to make an offer." tashi says, art looking at you up and down. Observing everything you have to offer. "How would you like us to coach you?" Tashi offers. This isnt the first time you've gotten an offer to be coached, theres been many more instances to which you've declined.

But not now, you couldnt pass this up. So you said yes. And the rest is history.

They wanted to make you better at tennis ( they really just wanted to have you to themeselves). You gave them something they both needed. Giving art something perfect to worship, a star. And tashi, a lover and a winner.

They worshiped you, giving you anything and everything you wanted. Making sure their stargirl was always fed and never left hungry. To the victors go the spoils. Shopping sprees, fucking you till you couldnt handle it, even then giving you more. More, more, more, always more, what you deserved.

Controling your each and every move, and you let them. You were really the one in control. Only letting them think they were to boost their ego. Letting them do whatever they wanted, aslong as you got what you wanted.

Now you're here. Art between your legs, drinking in everything you have to give him. Tashi next to you, making sure you'll make her proud at your match tomorrow.

"Mmmm a-art m'gonna cum" you moan out

"Only winners get to cum" tashi whispers in your ear. Shivers going down your spine.

"Are you a winner prinncess?" Tashi asks you, biting your neck. Thats when art cuts her off with a harsh suck to your clit. Whimpering into your cunt when you pull at his hair.

"Answer me now or i wont let you cum" tashi whispers in your ear.

"F- fuck, yes im a winner!" You moan out pathetically

"You gonna win tomorrow? Gonna make us proud, princess?"

"Mhm!" You grab at her, reaching your peak.

And thats what you did, you won. Like a star, a winner, a born stunner.

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kill4luvina · 1 year ago

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"Who's that?"

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Plug!Armin x Plug!Reader x Plug!Eren

Summary : Eren and Armin go out to a party to find out who this mysterious "Stunna"(Y/n) is after she's stepped in the game they've been losing mad business and at first they were going to jump you, until they saw you. Instead they decide they were tag/double team you.

Warning : SMUT, Car sex, just sumin nasty for the girlies because i said so, not proof read, ngl eren and armin get a lil intimate(they on some gay shi ngl), use your imaginationn if sumin don't make sense.

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The room was awash in a spectrum of colors, pulsating neon lights flickering and casting a glow hue of different colors. The walls throbbing in the same rhythm as the heavy bass as the room was filled with bodies pressed up against each other – some grinding, others chatting it up. The vibe was wild, a crazy energy swirling in the air, getting everyone hyped. Smoke twisted up towards those neon lights, adding this trippy scent to the mix.

The air was thick with the mixed scents of sweat, perfume, and the distinct earthiness. Eren and Armin had only popped out to this party because of some info someone dropped, thinking they could catch the mysterious "Stunna" who had been stealing their costumers. "Bro, what if this shit was a set up." Armin whispered, eyes scanning the crowd, getting jumpy at any sudden moves. "Relax, man. You're incognito with that ski mask, nobody knows it's you,dumbass" Eren shot back, pushing through the crowd, Armin following close behind with his hand under his shirt holding onto his glock.

"Oh damn, Luvii!" You greeted your bestie as she practically dove through your car window for a hug. "I was starting to think you weren't coming!" Luvina would say as she pulled away. "And you popped out with the all black hell cat? Okay I see you!" You chuckled, stepping out with your tote bag as she acted all surprised, though she had the same whip in pink. "Come on, girl, quit playin'."

"Luvi, you look so fine stop fuckin playin wit me..." A guy would come up to the two of you at the party, he'd start talking to luvina as he started touching up on her. "Ew, girl get a fucking room.." You'd say walking away, wandering throughout the party giving them some privacy. "Yo, Stunna!" You'd hear one of your favorite costumers yell out, making your quickly turn your head. "You got anything on you I can buy?" He'd ask, you'd nod your head opening your tote bag pulling out a few carts & vapes. "Lemme get that one, how much?" "75." "Aight, take 100 and I'ma put the 25 into the next thing I buy."

Then, out of nowhere, some dude grabbed you and pulled you outside. Caught off guard, you clocked they were both rockin' ski masks, so you didn't waste time, pullin' out a gun from the waistband of your jeans. "Who the fuck are yall?!" You demanded, sizing them up, outnumbered but ready. Armin lowered his mask, checkin' you out before speaking up. "Ease up, mamas, we ain't here to cause trouble, we on your turf remember?" Armin would remind you making your ease up a tiny bit. Eren would pull his off too, you had seen them before on Instagram but damn they looked finer in person.

"Fuck yall doing on my turf anyway?" you questioned, gun still raised, keepin' your distance, looking for answers. "Damn, chill mamas, we came to see if ya shit as good as we heard." Eren would lie, both of them knew they wanted to jump your ass but as soon as they saw how fine you were they couldn't. Now they both just wanted to see if they could could hit it before they left. You'd put your gun down staring at the two silently for a moment before walking past them to your hellcat. The two would silently watch you before dabbing eachother up and follow you in excitement.

Honestly, you don't even know how it happened but it started off with you 3 in the back seat smoking up a storm. Not even 20 minutes into your smoking sesh, your body started heating up at the sly comments the two would throw at you. You'd pussy throbbing at the sound of Eren telling you how fine you were and Armin touching you in all the right places at all the right times, what a duo. In about 10-15 more minutes you found yourself making out with Armin's lap, Eren giving you kisses from the side making your overwhelmed not knowing who to kiss.

"Mmph!" You'd cry into Erens mouth as kissed you, not even being able to think straight. You were completely drowned in bliss as you felt Armin lap up your juices with his tongue. You've never been eaten out the good before, and it was a complete game changer when you felt him sink his fingers into your brown and pink fat pussy.(im such a troll for that one) Your eyes would roll to the back of you head as you pulled away from eren moaning into the crook of his neck as your nails scratched him looking for something to grip on. "Doing so well for us." You'd hear eren say softly as he held you, continuing to praise you.

On the other hand, Armin was fucking your pussy up real good. He was nose deep, not able to even contain himself and just you moaning made it even worst. You'd feel your eyes fill up with tear as you cried out even louder cumming all of his face as you held onto Eren even tigher, trembling as you came down from your high. Armin would pull away licking his fingers as he wiped his face. "My turn." you'd hear Eren say, you were to tired to even complain feeling yourself getting moved around. "Mamas, be a good girl and arch for daddy." You'd hear Armin's voice now from infront of you, you'd look up from your fluffy lashes to see his pretty blue eyes looking right back down at you.

He'd smile, his sliver braces showing as he'd whip out his dick as it hit you head in the center of your face making your slightly flinch. Not knowing who to pay attention to you'd feel something poke at your entrance. "wait-Fuc--" you'd be shut up by two dicks filling you up from both sides, your moans muffled by Armins dick. You'd start tearing up again but this time you'd actually start crying, the amount of pleasure you were getting at once was insane. Your make-up getting completely messed up as Armin kept face fucking you. Eren on the opposite side ramming your shit.

"look at you go mamas." Armin would say pulling his phone out as he started to record you, with his hands now away you'd quickly pull away coughing as you looked back up to the video. You'd could help but start moaning loudly again from eren as you started to pump his dick from the base spitting on it. You'd start sucking him off harder making a sloppy mess with bubbles every wear not taking your eyes off the video. "Fuckkk, so good for us.." Armin would whimper, voice slightly cracking as he moaned. Eren letting out groans as he picked up his place leaving you a moaning mess not even able to focus on the task at hand.

Armin would stop recording as he went back to face fucking you, but he was looking behind you this time. You'd feel both ends slow down as you looked up once more to see the two kissing. Your pussy couldn't help but twitch and suck Eren in even more from how hot that was. Slightly shocked, you assumed it was just the weed kicking all 3 of ya'll differently. But this didn't last long because after a few seconds they were both back to abusing your holes. The game ender for you was when Eren brought his fingers down and start rubbing on you clit, you came so fucking hard you started squirting tear rolling down your eyes.

Armin was next pulled away as you brought your tonuge out and he came on your face leaving you a mess. Eren would do the same after a few more thrusts cumming your ass and back. You'd fall, your body fully limp as you caught your breath. "Damn, if your drugs ass addicting as you are i might have to switch over." Armin would joke as pulled you up giving you a kiss as eren laughed at his stupid joke. "ngl, being opps stupid asl, why don't we conjoin and just become sumin bigger?" Eren would ask, but you were sound asleep leaving the two.

"Eren, did we kiss?" Armin would ask "Shut the actual fuck up idk what your on."

(LOL IDK WHAT THIS IS I STARTED WRITING AND COULDN'T STOP, BUT IMA START WORKING ON REQUESTS NOW.)

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scent of the pine. 4 (e.w)

we back in this shit like we never left y’all 😳

wc;cw 10.7k ohhh not again, sistersbestfriend!ellie, guitarist/producer!ellie, violinist!oc, age gap(three years), all ocs r black coded <3, FLUFF i know shocker, but slight angst bc i’m devious like that🤭, domestic ellie with a cat, some crack :p, SMUT UH OHHH MDNI, dubcon(ellie is high), weed, sexual tension yall already knowww, thigh riding, fingering, eating out no restaurant, mult. orgasms, squirting, dirty talk, one pussy slap, overstim, ellie’s tongue is pierced yes that’s a warning lol, masturbation, more stunna girl promo someone pay me, this is cute tbh lol

“Your girlfriend is living lavish. GYYYAATTT— “

“Arya, can you please shut up! She’s not my girlfriend!”

“No bitch, you needa shut the hell up! I drove you here and I will leave you!”

You and an irritated Arya (she’s not herself when she’s hungry!) were parked outside of Ellie’s very… expensive looking apartment building. It looked like there were about thirty floors to it with lots of windows. You knew she had accumulated a following due to the reaction people had to her on New Year’s Eve, but you weren’t expecting her to be living like an actual celebrity. She was fucking rich, now. You couldn’t wrap your head around it.

Arya must’ve noticed the nervous, intimidated look on your face as you gazed at the building because you immediately felt a soft hand on yours. “Hey, you’re gonna be fine. She seems more than willing to talk and apologize! I’m gonna be here the whole time and you come down when you’re ready, okay?”

You looked over to your best friend—the light of your life—and nodded. You’ve never been so appreciative of someone before. She made you feel so calm—

“With that being said, just know if she says anything outta line, I’m telling your sister and we’re jumpin’ her ass, no question!” she said seriously before encouragingly slapping your thigh. “Go ‘head, love you.”

“…Love you more.” She made you feel calm enough.

Your friends are so…. supportive!

You exited Arya’s car as you waved to her, her giving you two thumbs up in return.

Here goes nothing.

You took in the building as you entered…. this was some Michelin star shit!

Marble floors, white walls edged with gold frames, women wrapped in trench coats with puppies in their purses! What the fuck is going on—

You were even starting to second guess your attire. You wore a simple black puffer, hoodie, and sweatpants. Should you have dressed… better? More presentable? You were starting to get a bit insecure.

You pulled your phone out to distract yourself from second-guessing your appearance (or lack thereof!) and opened your texts with Ellie. You started typing.

hey. i’m downstairs.

You immediately saw her chat bubble pop up before her reply came through.

cool i’ll be down in 2 mins

You sighed a heavy sigh as you shut your phone off. Don’t overthink, you thought. You’re here to talk and that’s it! Nothing more, nothing less.

Don’t lie, slut!

Your brain hates you! It fucking hates you—!

Your train of thought immediately shut off as you saw Ellie walk out of the elevator. She looked so…warm. She had on a black beanie and sweatsuit, little marijuana fuzzy socks, and slippers.

You missed seeing this side of her. So relaxed and comfortable.

She walked over to you with a timid expression before finally muttering a hi, and you muttered one back.

You could tell she was nervous: her thumbs were fidgeting, she wouldn’t look you in your eyes for too long, and she was licking at her slightly chapped lips.

“We should, um… go upstairs?” She asked quietly, like speaking too loudly would frighten you.

You only nodded gently. She nodded back before turning, leading you towards the elevators.

You found out Ellie lived on the… nineteenth floor. What the fuck? Wasn’t the golden rule of apartments: the higher you are, the more expensive it is?! What the fuck was she doing up here?

“My place is down the hall,” she said over her shoulder. You took note of the shakiness in her voice. You’ve never seen her so skittish before. Was it because of you?

She unlocked the third from the last door and opened it, allowing you entry. You took in her place and… holy fuck!

Her apartment… her loft was fucking immaculate!

Her living room was huge: plush, gray couch that was stocked with matching pillows, black and green rugs littering the floor, TV mounted on the wall, black glass coffee table, and her dual monitor setup (you see that black kitten ears headset! was she a fucking gamer?!). There were black details everywhere on the walls, floors, and spiral staircase that led into her bedroom what the fuck?! You could see where she slept… and you were still downstairs!

And her fucking black marble kitchen! You were in love! You never cooked a day in your life, but you will gladly start now if it means you can stay in there forever!

“Ellie, who the fuck are you?” you asked, shocked and dazed.

She seemed to relax at your question as she softly chuckled, shyly looking down at her socked feet.

“I’ll tell you everything you wanna know. Come sit with me.” She said, nodding towards her couch. It was slightly sunken in; she must’ve been napping there! You unlaced your boots and removed your coat, holding it in your hands. As you followed her towards the couch to sling your coat over the back, a soft jingle, followed by soft paddling on the floor caught you off guard. You turned to see a small, green-eyed Bombay cat next to the kitchen counter, curiously staring at you.

You let out a gasp of excitement at the little baby before looking at a surprised Ellie, grabbing her wrist joyfully.

“Ellie, oh my god! Why didn’t you tell me you had a cat?! It’s so cute, boy or girl?! How old is it— “

“She’s a.. she’s a girl. Seven months.”

“She’s soooo cute! Oh my god! I always wanted a cat! What’s her name? Oh, look at her little princess collar— “

You turned back to her: she had an expression that you didn’t recognize, and you hadn't realized how close you’d gotten during your jumpy, hyper kitty questions. You felt her breathing against your face as she studied it, and you studied her back.

Why were you suddenly thinking about that night? You kissing her, her kissing back, her grabbing you like she never wanted to let you go again. Her eyes slowly dropped to your mouth, and yours did the same. All you had to do was lean forward again—

A quiet meow! snapped you out of your lustful haze before you looked down and backed away. You noticed Ellie hadn’t moved from her position when you looked back up, eyes still searching for… something.

“She’s.. she’s cute,” you said as you cleared your throat, walking towards the cushiony space. “Let’s sit.”

She silently nodded and sat next to you.

Deep breath. Exhale.

Let’s get this over with! your brain shouted.

“I’m so sorry. I never regretted anything so much in my life. I treated your sister like fucking garbage—I treated you like garbage and I’ve never felt so terrible— “

“Ellie, breathe,” you cut off her nervous mumbles. You just sat down! “I’m not… upset with you anymore. And you're not the only one who fucked up, either. It wouldn’t be an apology if I didn’t take some accountability too.”

You watched her relax before confusion overtook her expression. You explained yourself, blushing as you recalled the events of that night. “I know… New Year’s wasn’t the best first meeting after…. you know. I wanted to apologize for how I… reacted and what I did. It wasn’t okay at all—”

There was a moment of silence before she broke it, eyebrows still pulled downward as she stuttered. “You don’t... You don’t have to apologize for that. I um…. like, it was fine. Well, it wasn’t fine—we were drunk and whatever, but, yeah, I don’t think of you differently, or, what I mean is— “

You laughed lightly at her nervousness. She shook her head with a sheepish smile before she hit her mint elf bar that she pulled out of her pocket, blowing the smoke away from your face.

“I’m not sure if you can tell, but I’m scared shitless.”

“I think you’re making it obvious,” you said as you chuckled and continued.

She paused as she collected her thoughts, staring down at the couch. “I said a lot of… fucked up shit when I met up with your sister after everything happened. About her… about you. I don't know how much she told you but… I said things that I regretted immediately. I was angry and hurt… and I felt cornered, and I lashed out. Doesn’t excuse it at all, but… yeah, it was gross’n uncalled for.”

“She told me everything. All of it,” You tried to ignore the sting in your heart as you recalled that night. She nodded her head shamefully. You continued.

“Why didn’t you reach out after your birthday?” You pressed as softly as you could manage.

She didn’t answer immediately as you watched her breathe deeply.

“I…” She stuttered before whispering. “I was scared.”

“Of?” You pressed again, tone more urgent.

“Of you both never talking to me again,” She said, confusing you before she clarified. “I held it off for so long because I needed to think about my approach. I felt if I immediately called you, you wouldn’t wanna talk to me because of how fresh it was. But I also…I don’t know, it’s fuckin’ stupid.”

You shook your head at her. “I'm just…I’m confused because I never, like, hated you or anything like that after we left your party. I want you to know that,” you said seriously, your nerves making you stutter. “I was sad and embarrassed, but never… hateful, if that makes sense. Even when I tried to be afterwards, it never came.”

You noticed her expression drop slightly at the mention of hate before she replied softly. “I’d understand if you did. What I said to you and your sister was fucking disgusting… I don’t know if she’ll ever forgive me for what I said.”

“She’s been… stubborn, I won’t lie. I don’t know what state of mind she’s in when it comes to you, to be honest. I just know she’s still hurting.”

Ellie nodded in acknowledgment as she looked down, but you could see the sorrowful look overtake her face at your admission. It made your heart stutter. You watched as she hit her nic again.

Just as you were about to move to comfort her, your phone dinged, and dinged, from your pocket. You unlocked your phone and saw a slew of texts from Arya.

ari: is she giving you “i’m sorry” head yet?

ari: im bored bro being a good friend is tiring 😐🙄

ari: i know her strap is bright red and THICK

ari: like a fire hydrant!!

ari: how tf r u gonna walk outta that big ass building!!🚷🚷🚷

You clenched and blushed heavily at the suggestion, clicking your phone off and dropping it in your lap out of embarrassment. You looked back up at her with a mortified expression and she… was smirking. And then she smiled. And laughed. She’d been looking at your screen the whole time. Why didn’t you angle the screen away from her?!

She saw them. She saw the messages!

You want to die you want to die you want to die—

“Your friend’s funny,” she said as she blew out a waft of smoke around her giggles.

“I’m—I’m so fuckin’ sorry, she’s crazy and gross! —“

She laughed harder and shook her head. “No, you're good, don’t worry.”

You fell back on her couch (it felt like a fucking cloud!) with your face in your hands as you thought about the type of casket you wanted for your funeral.

But… oh, fuck.

You felt her body move on the couch before you felt her weight crawl on top of you and oh god what the fuck!

She pulled at your forearms to slide your hands off of your warm face, but you refused to open your eyes there was no way you’re opening your fucking eyes right now—

“Look at me.”

You shook your head. She smelled so good, she smelled so good! Your body clenched tight, you were so horny, and you wanted her bad and was her dick like a fire hydrant?!—

“Open ‘em, c’mon, wanna see you!” you heard the smile in her voice.

You missed her smile so bad, and you moved on autopilot, slowly opening your eyes and taking in the sight above you. She was cheesing so hard, a light blush painted across her freckles, beanie discarded and hair everywhere from her messing with it out of nervousness when you sat down. She looked so much more comfortable in your presence, and it made your heart skip with joy. You couldn’t help but smile back at her.

What you didn’t expect was for her to take your wrists in her calloused hands, pin them either side of your head, and bend down to whisper it’s not red, it’s purple, but yeah! before you turned away from her to suffocate yourself in her cushions. They smelled like her why does the universe hate you—!

She started hysterically laughing as she let go of your wrists and plopped down next to you, and it made you want to cry: her laugh is so goofy and stupid and she snorts, but nobody could tell you that her laugh didn’t sound like angels singing in that moment. All you could do was watch her with the widest grin on your face.

After she wiped the tears from her eyes, she met yours, her smile getting softer and her eyes gentler. She licked her lips before she subtly dropped her eyes to your mouth, and back up to meet your gaze again. You could feel her gently grazing her fingers across your forehead as you looked at each other. Your heart was pounding due to her closeness—

THROW IT IN ROTATION! (THROW IT!)—

Your ringtone blared in the living room and you wanted to fucking scream. You sat up to reach for it before plopping back down, answering it.

“BITCH, I’M STARVING! ARE Y’ALL DONE?!”

You heard Ellie snicker at your friend's blaring before she whispered a soft don’t leave yet. You sent her a reassuring smile and she sent one back.

“Umm.. Ari?”

“Girl… what?”

“I’m staying, m’ sorry for keeping you waiting for this long.”

You heard her let out a cackle before she wailed, “THE STRAP GOT YOU LIKE THAT?! WHEN’S THE WEDDING—!”

You hung up before she could say anything more. Ellie’s booming laughter nearly shook the entire building.

Your entire body was boiling hot. You heard another ding! from your device. You couldn’t help but read it, making sure to block the screen from Ellie's view this time.

ari: I LOVE U!!!!! PLS BE SAFE

ari: AND DONT B MAD AT ME BC HER PIPE CRAZY!!! XOXO

“Holy fuck!” Ellie said in between breaths, more tears running down her face. “I have to meet her, oh my god!”

It was dark and you were still at Ellie’s.

You’d been laying on the couch talking for hours about any and everything: how you and Arya are roommates on campus, your attempts at music production, your fucking YouTube channel and how she’d been a dedicated subscriber for months?! You let her talk about her life as well: her being a music engineer and producer (she started selling her beats to artists in the city months ago, rich bitches only!), how she, Dina, and Jesse are still very close (poor sissy), her being a literal fucking celebrity and a monarch for the creative community in your town.

(“It was such a random night, I swear to god!” she squealed out with a smile as you listened to the story, laughing. “But… I felt like I wanted to help them, they were such nice people. And it blew up like crazy, it was insane! We couldn’t believe it.”)

You both rambled on and on!

But, even with her transparency, there was still something heavy weighing on you that she hadn’t addressed.

“Ellie?”

“Hm?”

“I don’t wanna… press on this, and don’t answer if you don’t feel comfortable, but… why did you and Cat break up?” You asked softly, staring at the wall behind her.

You felt her shift next to you, and you immediately went to apologize for crossing a boundary, but she spoke before you could.

“We um… we were kinda… bad for each other? That shit sounds so fuckin’ corny, but it’s true.” She said as she collected her thoughts. She continued when she gathered them.

“We met really randomly. I was walking home from school, and we just bumped into each other in front of this gas station. She looked so cool to me and I was like oh my god, she’s perfect. I was still in my fucking gym clothes from P.E, like,” She said with a soft laugh. You smiled encouragingly. “I was in a really… bad place and she came in and made me not think about it all the time.”

She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. “We’ve always been a little unstable, but it just… all went downhill after we moved to Cali. She was doing things I didn’t like, I was doing things she didn’t like and… yeah. She broke up with me and kicked me out.”

“I’m really sorry, Ellie,” you said comfortingly. “I know you were together for a really long time, that’s terrible.”

“No need to apologize, we just grew apart. It happens,” she replied softly, finally meeting your eyes. “And I got cat custody, so.”

You both let out soft laughs as the familiar jingle rang from the kitchen.

“I swear to god she was human at some point, she always comes when I mention her,” she commented with an eyeroll.

“She’s such a sweetie pie, I wanna cuddle!”

She quietly hummed in agreement before letting out gentle kissy noises to lure her pet over.

Jingle, jingle, jinglejinglejingle—

And a cat appeared on the back of the couch.

“Hi, princess!” You said giddily as you sat up, propping yourself up on your elbow as she sniffed your extended hand. “I’m a fuckin’ idiot, what’s the baby’s name?”

“Duchess, fuckin’ vermin,” She said lightly, grin on her face as she sat up to grab the kitty and placed her in the open space between your bodies, planting kisses on her little head.

“Hi, baby! You’re so cute!” You squealed out as she purred at your gentle pets, before she froze, looked off into the distance and ran off the couch like she saw a ghost.

Ellie tsked and rolled her eyes at her fleeing form before she turned back to you. Did she move closer? Or did you?

“Are you hungry?” She quietly asked, her eyes—once again—locked onto your mouth.

“A little.”

“My dad made lasagna last night, it’s in the fridge. We can order in too if you don’t want that.”

“I love lasagna!”

You watched her grin and look at your mouth one more time before she got up and waddled over to the kitchen.

The lasagna was in the oven, and you were watching Ellie seal her rolled blunt at the kitchen table.

She was lightly licking the wrap closed and you were staring hard. Like, really fucking hard. Your devious fucking brain almost allowed you to forget that she had a fucking black tongue piercing, and you were starting to squirm in your chair—

“You smoke?”

You dazedly shook your head no. “Not really, on very rare occasions.”

She nodded at you while she licked the paper before speaking. “If you wanna hit, just lemme know.”

You nodded at her before redirecting your gaze back to her mouth. She was already done with sealing her blunt, but her lips were so fucking pretty and you couldn’t look away.

Until she started smiling. Fuck.

“You stare really hard,” she noted with a light laugh.

“So do you!” You said as you dropped your gaze to her table.

“Mhm,” She agreed with a nod, squinting her eyes at you. “But you try to act like you're not looking when you are. I want you to catch it, that’s the difference between me’n you.”

She said it so casually and it made your pussy clench—

Ding!

“Be a doll and light this for me, gonna go get the goods,” She said, sliding the stocked ashtray and lighter over to you before lightly jogging towards the oven.

You picked up the lighter and flicked it before picking up the blunt, awkwardly guiding it to the flame.

Was this correct? Or were you supposed to light the other side? What the fuck—

“How the fuck do you live with a stoner like your sister and not know how to spark?” She playfully teased you from the counter, mitt-covered hands holding the hot pan of food.

“Fuck off! I just told you I don’t smoke!” You said with a pout.

She walked back over to you, placing the pan in the middle of the table and removing her paw oven mitts before taking the blunt and lighter from you.

“You’re lighting it like a cig, here, lemme show you.” She said as she sat down.

You watched her ignite the flame and brought it over to the tip of the blunt. She slowly rotated the blunt so all sides were burnt, a steady stream of smoke releasing from the lit end of it.

She brought it to her lips and lightly puffed it twice and you didn’t realize how tight you were squeezing your fists together.

She put the lighter down, properly ripping from the blunt and breathing in a little… sphere? before exhaling and what the fuck was that she’s so fucking sexy—

“See?”

“I can see your charred lungs—!”

She busted out into laughter before she started choking, pointing towards the kitchen cabinets, whining out a go get the fuckin’ plates!

You giggled as you rushed over to grab two, along with forks and a knife before jogging back to your seat.

You made Ellie a plate, cutting her a piece of the cheesy corner and sliding it in front of her, placing her fork on the dish.

You felt her eyes staring holes into your face, and you slowly turned to her, holding her intense gaze as she brought the blunt up to her lips to hit it. She was watching your every move. All you were doing was putting the fucking casserole on the plate, but you felt so hot.

You shyly turned away from her gaze and made yourself a plate and ate in comfortable silence (this lasagna was so fucking good, it rendered you speechless!) as Ellie smoked her roach down. You could still feel her staring!

You both finished eating and you got up to stack and wash the dishes before Ellie stopped you with a nope! you’re my guest! go sit!

“Let me at least wash mine!” You said as you snagged your plate from her hand and ran to the sink, water running and sponge already in hand.

Ellie threw her plate in the sink as you both giggled, reaching for your plate to snatch it back. You tussled with her, dodging her playful grasps for the dirty dish before you felt her front press all the way up against your back, trapping you between the counter and her. And you were immediately still.

And so was she.

She slowly reached around you to turn the water off, grabbing the plate and sponge from your nonresistant hands to place them into the sink. Your hands and body were frozen as you stood there. You hadn’t realized how much you’d been anticipating her touch until you felt her hands on both your covered arms. She slowly moved them up before she brought her hands to your shoulders to squeeze them, sliding them over to gently massage her thumbs into the back of your neck.

You nearly bent over this fucking sink!

Your breathing picked up even more when she whispered out a this okay?, her breath making the hairs on your arms stand up. You nodded eagerly as you bit your lip. Your pussy nodded even faster!

Desperate slut! I knew it!, your brain screamed, and for once, you didn’t listen. You just felt the hands on you.

“You wanna know somethin’?” She whispered out against your neck.

You nodded so hard. Anything anything anything—

She let out a light chuckle before she said, “I thought about you a lot after you left the bar, ‘s kinda embarrassing.”

You spoke before you could think. “What… what'd you think about?” You breathed out, unsteady. You felt her hands clench tighter on your shoulders.

You felt her smirk at your greedy tone against your neck, “Fuckin’ you up against that door, wanted to make you cry.”

You were about to cry right now! Your pussy’s crying! She needs attention! Your hands were glued to the sink, but you slowly wrapped your foot around her ankle to subtly pull her closer to you. You wanted no space between the two of you, you needed her closer.

You felt her drop her hands before she whispered out a turn around, baby.

You dropped your foot spun—whipped— around and it made her giggle. She was so, so close but you needed her closer, needed to breathe her in, needed her inside—

You looked at her, you looked at her so fucking hard. She's so gorgeous and handsome and sexy and you needed her like you needed air! You missed her so much! You couldn’t fucking breathe—!

Kissmekissmekissme—

“Stay the night,” she whispered out against your mouth.

“Not fuckin’ going anywhere.” You could barely recognize your own voice; you needed her so badly.

She hummed, satisfied with your answer before she grabbed your waist to pull you flush against her—just like she did that night—and kissed you. She kissed you breathless and you couldn’t think. She barely touched you and you were brainless!

She smelled like weed and fucking pine and your legs felt like jelly!

Her hands were everywhere: grabbing your hips, grabbing your ass, grabbing your tits through your clothes and you were moaning into her mouth, tugging at her sweatshirt to pull her closer. You felt her studded tongue slide against yours and you moaned again, louder. She hummed back, sucking your bottom lip into her mouth before releasing it to lick it again. You felt her thigh shove between yours in a hard grind against your pussy. You squeaked into her mouth as you impulsively moved downward to meet her thigh.

“Wanted to cum on me so fuckin’ bad, right? Huh?”

“Yeah, baby, shit— “

“Uh huh,” she hummed at your whines before pulling back, grabbing at your sweatpants with a rough tug downward. “Take these off, c’mon.”

You yanked them down as Ellie squatted to help you get them from around your ankles. You stumbled as you lifted a leg to step out of one, but one of her hands came up to your hip to steady you, planting a gentle kiss to one of your thighs with a muttered easy. You noticed her catch a glimpse of your underwear as she pulled away from your leg, which were littered with fucking bowls of fruit are you fucking kidding—

“You’re so fuckin’ cute, holy shit,” you felt her chuckle lightly at your bashed reaction, covering your face as you whined into your hands.

“This is so fucking embarrassing!”

She ignored you as you felt her press kisses all over your legs, “Look at me.”

You whined again, shaking your head.

You felt her kiss her way back up over your panties, over your stomach with a tight grip on your hips, grabbing your tits over your sweatshirt, and you hadn’t even noticed that your hands dropped from your face to grip the counter to steady yourself. She reconnected her lips with yours and you threw your arms around her neck. She pressed her thigh against you, and you slammed a clenching hand down on the counter behind you for balance. She held your hips to help you grind down on her and you were so, so high-strung and ready to cum for her—

“El—Ellie, oh fuck!”

“Yeah?” She said against your neck, sucking marks into the skin.

“Ye—mmh!”

“Gonna get m’fuckin’ leg wet? Gonna make me yours?” She slurred raspily.

The thought of her being yours was enough to make you cum hard in your panties, your body stiffening and your eyes rolling back as it wracked through you. Ellie made sure to keep the gap between your pussy and her leg closed as you rode your high out. You tried to shut your legs as she pressed into you, but your resistance only made her dig her leg harder into your clit with a cocky chuckle against your neck. You couldn’t stop saying her name and you knew she loved it! You were so happy she was standing as close as she was; You would’ve hit the floor the second it washed over you!

She continued that slow grind as you came down. She pulled away from your neck to kiss your mouth, then your nose, then both your cheeks before mumbling, “Can you make it upstairs or do you want me walk you to the fuckin’ couch?”

You peeled your eyes open to lightly glare at her flushed face, and she laughed before kissing your cheek again and pulling you away from the counter. “C’mon, baby, wobble your ass upstairs.”

You did, lightheaded and all.

Ellie's room was so… her.

Posters of metal bands all over the black, faux brick wall, green and blue fairy lights above her dresser, little trinkets and action figures and books on her other dresser. It was all dark tones with hints of forest green on her dresser and nightstands. You were surrounded by her scent when you walked up the stairs, and you almost passed out from elation.

What you didn’t expect to see was her customized fucking guitar that her dad gave her on the stand in the corner of her room. Next to it, on the desk near her producing equipment, was the embroidered guitar pic that you and your sister got for her eighteenth birthday. She still had it, she actually used it. You immediately felt tears prick your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” she said sympathetically, wrapping her arms around your waist to hold you against her. You sniffled and wiped your eyes.

“…Nothin’, just happy and missed you,” You hoped she bought it. You weren’t about to tell her that you were crying over a fucking guitar pic.

“Missed you so fuckin’ much, you don’t understand,” and you felt her squeeze your waist tighter.

You were on cloud nine.

After you calmed down and wiped your face as she kissed your neck in comfort, she guided you over to her mussed king bed with a mumbled sit down against your forehead before kissing it. You sat and moved to scoot up towards the middle of the bed, but she quickly grabbed your ankles and pulled you back down to the edge. You let out a shocked squeak.

“No one told you to move. Stay there,” She scolded quietly before removing her sweatshirt. Your pussy squeezed at the sight of her bare chest and her fucking defined abs and her everything. You examined her upper body closely: flushed chest littered with freckles shaped like stars, small and random scars that you recognized from her skateboarding accidents years ago, how muscular she was. She was so…

She watched your legs squeeze together with a lick of her lips. You watched her gaze peer down as she watched wetness collect on your panties before she turned and walked towards her dresser to turn her dim lamp and dug around for something… a few things.

Your heartbeat pounded at an alarming pace as you watched her back muscles move with her rummaging. You let out a quiet, dreamy sigh. You’d let her do anything she wanted to you!

She walked back to the bed with full hands, placing the pile of… toys on her exposed, forest green, pine-scented sheets.

You were staring so hard at the… weaponry she just dumped next to you. The only one you recognized was the rechargeable blue wand, her fucking thick, dark purple strap oh fuck, some cherry-flavored lube, and that clit massager that people always linked under viral Twitter threads. Hey, ladies! —

Ellie must’ve noticed the shocked look on your face as you eyed the toys because you felt her grab your chin to redirect your gaze onto her. You were so wound up.

“We don’t have to use all of these, we don’t have to use any of you don’t wanna,” Ellie said gently as she looked down at you while gently caressing your jaw with her pointer finger. “Just wanted you to know I have a preeetty good selection to choose from, it’s up to you, though, whatever you want.”

You got wetter at her consideration and her soft chuckles and her touch and her tits, and oh god, you were about to say I love you—!

“Ellie, I’ve never—y’know,” You blurted out before your habit of impulsivity took over.

“Never used a toy?”

Your face got hotter as you sighed heavily and averted your gaze towards the wall, and you felt her release your chin to lay on her stomach next to you.

She called out your name softly. You timidly looked at her.

“You never had sex?”

You slowly shook your head no.

You were expecting her to joke around and laugh at your embarrassing confession, but she looked and sounded so attentive, so comforting, and it made you squirm.

“It's not a big deal, y’know that right? There’s no timeline to do it. You do it when you wanna… and that’s it.” She said with soft finality as you turned to look at her… very high ceiling. Wealth.

“I wanna, it’s just… like, I don’t know how. Like, where do I put my hands?” You asked with an awkward chuckle as you stiffly held them in the air.

She snorted in your ear before she shuffled closer, turning onto her side to face you. You felt her lift your hoodie up just under your lounge bra and you felt her hand graze the exposed skin above your panties, not dipping under, yet. Just… touching along them. It made you shudder.

“You put ‘em where you like,” She whispered in your ear as she kissed them, barely nudging her fingers under your panties. “And you just watch. See how they react.”

You dropped your hand to place lightly on her wrist to rest there. You saw her gauging your reaction for any signs of discomfort from the corner of your eye. There weren’t any, touch me everywhere!, you wanted to scream.

“El…Ellie..” You whimpered out

“Tell me what you want from me, I’ll do it, anything you want, just need to hear you say it.” She sounded just as eager as you felt and it was making your toes curl.

“Can you,” You whined out quietly as you gripped her wrist tighter. She nodded encouragingly at you. “Want you to touch me.”

“Tell me where, baby.”

“Y-you know where.”

“Say it.” She demanded. Her voice was going to put you in a casket!

“My… my pussy, want you to touch my pussy,” you quickly murmured out to her, your eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment.

“Take these off,” she whispered, kissing the side of your head as she snapped the band of your underwear against your skin. You quickly lifted your hips to rip them off your body, harshly kicking them onto the floor. She snickered at you.

She sat up to instantly straddle your waist and your eyes shot open. She looked so pretty on top of you like this. She bent down to place a quick kiss to your lips before she lifted your hoodie up and over your head and tossed it…. fucking somewhere, you didn’t care where! She started kissing you on your cheeks, down to your jaw, to your neck, to your shoulder (you jerked slightly, you love it when she touches you there!). You felt her slowly lift your bra up and over your tits, your back immediately arching up into her so she could pull it off you, tossing that into the abyss, as well.

“Put your fuckin’ hands up there,” She said, nodding her head up slightly as she sat up to take your body in. You pushed your self-consciousness aside and immediately followed her instructions, releasing the tight grip you had on her sheets and stretching your arms out above your head. “Don’t move ‘em, either.”

You nodded your head. You won't, you won’t!

She brought her lips down to meet yours again before she trailed them down your body. She kissed and sucked on both your nipples, the stud in her mouth circling the bud, as you whined and squirmed under her, fingers grasping the blankets above your head, your hips bucking up before she pressed them down with her strong hands.

“Stop moving.”

You nodded as you whimpered.

She left kisses down your stomach, sucking bruises into it as she moved down down down, her feet planting on the floor before she got down on her knees. She yanked you closer to the edge and her, throwing your legs over her shoulders again. Your lower half was nearly hanging off the bed!

“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy, I swear to god.” She said against your thighs as she sloppily kissed them. You clenched tighter when she whispered out a so fuckin’ cute.

You felt her spread your pussy lips with her fingers, exposing the pulsing bud. Another gush of wetness left you and she laughed gently. It made you clench again.

“Ever put a finger inside?”

“N-no?” You whimpered between pants.

“You don’t remember?”

“I’ve never… yeah.”

She chuckled lightly. “Okay, wanna see if you like it?”

You let out a shaky mhm!, and you felt her arms tightly wrap around both your thighs before she licked your clit in a slow swipe.

You moaned out and your back arched and your eyes watered. The jewelry in her mouth was making you see stars and it’s been five seconds. She barely did anything and you felt that tight clench in your core! You were about to cum already!

You felt her tongue move in slow circles on your clit and you couldn’t stop making fucking noise! You were whining out pleads and your pussy was telling her I like it, don’t stop! with every throb, every clench. You could feel her take notes of all your reactions as she slowly massaged your clit with her pierced tongue. You felt that feeling coming back and it was so fast—

“El, mmh!—fuck, ‘m gonna—!”

“You can, ‘m not gonna stop.” She said against your clit. The vibrations sent your brain into overdrive.

“Ughh! Fuck—!”

You came. You came so fucking hard. You couldn’t fucking run due to the tight grip on your thighs, so you slammed your hand down on her shoulder to ground yourself, digging your nails into it as she moaned out against your clit as she sucked on it. Your head was thrown all the way back as you screamed her name, and she was still sucking on your clit and wasn’t stopping and oh fuck—

“El, pleasepleaseplease, I can’t—“you called out as you pushed her head away from you.

She released your clit and slapped it before you could squeeze your thighs together. You let out a squeak and jolted away from her snickering form as you felt her kiss up your legs, to your torso, to your face before resting beside you.

“You okay?” She asked as she laughed quietly, planting kisses on your ear and neck. You couldn’t move or speak—you could hardly breathe! — and she had the audacity to laugh?!

“I’m not done, I told you that,” She said as she sucked on your shoulder, and you felt a tight squeeze again.

“Ellie, I can’t take anymore— “

“Yeah, you can, open em’, c’mon, lemme see,” She said as she tapped your stiff thigh. You slowly released the tension in them before letting them fall open and she sat up to prop herself on her elbow. You watched her look down so she could look at and rub your clit again, letting out a quiet fuuuck at the sight of your sticky center. Your legs almost flew shut at the sensitivity, but she held them open with one of her legs. You let out a groan as she laughed louder and rubbed a little harder before she stopped at your whining. Fucking sadist!

“Wanna watch you take my fingers.”

You whimpered out her name as you met her gaze.

“Want me to stop, baby?”

You quickly shook your head. No, no no, don’t stop, don’t leave me!

She bent down to kiss your neck as she moved her hand to squeeze the inner parts of your thigh before she brought her hand back down to rub your clit again. Your hips bucked, but she didn’t hold you.

You felt her fingers dip lower and lower until she was at your drippy opening, only to bring them up to her mouth to suck them clean. You moaned when she moaned at the taste and turned to kiss you, gliding her tongue on yours so you could see for yourself. You sucked lightly on her tongue and her tongue ring, and she whined out.

“Taste so fuckin’ good, such good pussy,” She slurred out against your mouth. You felt her hand go straight back down to your pussy before she lightly nudged her finger in. You went stiff. She kissed your neck to soothe you.

“This okay?” She asked gently before continuing. “Always remember you can stop me.”

“Wan’it, El, I promise, want you everywhere, want you inside,” you sounded just as delirious as she was, drunk off each other.

She nodded against you. “Okay. Gonna go slow.”

You nodded back.

She continued her movements, slowly pushing her pointer finger inside you, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. But you were so fucking wet, you could feel yourself dripping on her fucking sheets, her finger slipped in and you wanted more.

You felt her slowly rub your clit with her thumb and it made you squeeze tight on her.

“Can barely move my fuckin’ finger, what the fuck,” She said in shock and it made you squeeze harder! “Want another, baby? Want another inside?”

You were nodding mindlessly as you listened to the noises your pussy made (yes, please! another inside!) as she rubbed you raw, and you could feel her wiggling around, in search for something—

You moaned aloud as your legs instinctively opened wider so she could get deeper and holy fuck it felt so fucking good when she hit right there—

“Yeah?” She rasped in your ear, pressing on it harder.

“Yeahyeah, fuck—“

“Yeah babygirl? That’s the spot? Like it right here?” She asked dazed as she slid another finger in to press up against it. You felt the stretch but you didn’t care because you felt something inside you rising and rising—

She wasn’t even fucking you anymore! Just grinding her fingers into right where you needed them while her thumb circled your clit and she was about to make you cum again. The squelching noises of your pussy got louder and louder and your eyes rolled into your skull as your back arched as it hit you.

“Fuck yeah, fuckin’ give it to me, thaaat’s a good girl, fuck me.”

You felt a burst of wetness around you and it wouldn’t stop because of how hard Ellie was fucking you. You couldn’t think and all you could say were slurry, wet fuckmefuckmefuckme’s as she took you to the moon and back.

You finally came down as Ellie pressed kisses on your head while slowly rubbing your clit, talking you back to earth. Your eyes peeled open, bleary and teary-eyed. How were you not dead yet? You felt like you died!

“Welcome back,” you heard a light voice giggle at you.

You flipped her off and she laughed. She gave it a kitten lick before she sat up. What the fuck—

You watched her get up to run to the bathroom. You heard the sink running before you saw her quickly return with a warm, damp washcloth to clean you up.

“My sheets are drenched, goddamn,” She said in quiet amazement as she ran her fingers through her hair. It made you blush harder.

Jinglejinglejinglejingle—

Meow! MeowMeow! Meow—

“Oh shit. Needa feed her, I’ll be back,” Ellie said to you, bending down to plant a kiss on your bruised thigh, discarding the towel in her hamper. You watched as she scooped up Duchess to carry her downstairs while pressing kisses to her head.

Your heart was pounding as you smiled dotingly at her descending form.

After feeding the purring kitty and smoking another blunt, Ellie made her way upstairs to find you curled up and snoring.

She snorted and made her way over to you, pressing light kisses to your back as you shuffled around.

“I gotta change the sheets babe, up you get, c’mon,” She said gently with an encouraging pat to your ass. She did, in fact, watch it jiggle. “You wanna shower?”

You shook your head as you rubbed your eyes, rolling over onto your back. “M’kay, just gonna change them and you can sleep.”

Ellie made her way over to her linen cabinet to grab the freshly washed sheets before making her way back over to your now upright form.

She watched you stand up to toss the blankets and pillows off and ripped the… soaking sheets off, everything—including the pile of toys that she never put back— falling onto the rug covered floor. She noticed your avoidant gaze as you caught glimpses of her dick poking out from under the pile of bedding. It made her smile and blush.

Ellie made the bed while you sat at her desk to drink water, fluffing the pillows and fixing the blankets.

“Alright, come lay down.”

She heard you move instantly as you dove headfirst into the plush bed, immediately grabbing a pillow and sliding under the blankets.

Ellie shook her head with a smile before moving towards her nightstand to turn off the dimly lit lamp. She made her way to the bathroom before she heard a little waaitt. She turned to see you with an outstretched hand, luring her back to you.

“What’s the matter?” She asked, squatting next to you.

“Wanna kiss,” You said, pouting, and Ellie's heart rate shot up. Fuck, fuckfuckfuck—

But she only hummed in acknowledgment, bending down to connect your lips in a soft kiss. “Better?”

You nodded with a grin, looking lovingly at her face. You leaned in for one more and she accepted. She accepted so quickly.

“Gonna go shower, okay?” She said gently against your mouth.

“Without me?” You whispered back with a sly grin, pressing another kiss to her mouth.

“Shut up, I asked you,” She was cheesing so fucking hard, her cheeks were starting to hurt.

You giggled, kissing her cheek before turning back over.

Ellie let out a deep sigh as she stood and stripped, removing her sweatpants and damp boxers, and tossing everything—including your fruit bowl covered panties that you would not be getting back—into the hamper as she made her way to the bathroom.

She shut the bathroom door and leaned back against it and thought.

What the fuck has she gotten herself into?

She wanted you close the minute she saw you downstairs, all warm and cozy with the brightest, gentlest eyes she’d ever had the pleasure of looking into. So soft and gentle and filled with longing.

She hoped you noticed how much she missed you, too.

And your stares… so filled with want and desire and eagerness. She wanted to touch you all over.

She was so fucking horny, and her heart was beating at the speed of light and every time she shut her eyes, she could see you smiling and laughing and—

She just made you cum all over her bed… and fingers…and leg and you were so fucking tight on her, and she wanted to fuck you so bad. Want to make you feel good. Wanted to make you see what she sees whenever she looks at you. So fucking gorgeous.

She was getting hot again.

She slowly walked towards the shower and turned the water on, checking the temperature before stepping inside.

She leaned forward slightly to wet her hair and her face before grabbing her loofah and soap, sudsing it up and scrubbing her body with the bubbly, pine-scented wash. She turned her back towards the hot water and immediately felt a sting on her shoulder. She turned her head, pulling the skin towards her to see the little red lines you dug into her when you came on her face.

All she could think about was making you fucking squirt again. She needed to fucking cum so bad.

But she didn’t want to wake you: you looked so cuddly and warm nestled under her blankets with your face nuzzled into her pillow. She wanted you to stay like that, content and satisfied and relaxed. Calm. You deserved it. Fuck, you deserved so much.

Her soft thoughts were cut off when she turned back around and looked up. At her shower head. Her detachable shower head. She let out a sigh and accepted her fate.

She rinsed her body off, making sure all the soap was running off of her and into the drain before she reached up to unhook the shower head from its latch in the wall. She adjusted the temperature to make it cooler, adjusted the settings to massage and squatted against the wall. She exposed her clit with her free hand and moved so the water could hit it straight on. The strong pulse made her shudder instantly.

Justneedacumjustneedacum—

Her glossy eyes fluttered shut and she immediately saw you bouncing on her dick. She saw you rubbing your clit and touching your tits telling her how good it’s stretching you out, and it’s all for her. She saw you looking up at her with your glossy, lustful eyes, your trembling thighs, your glistening pussy. How pretty it is. How pretty your face was. How bright your smile was and fuck, it was going to make her fucking cum—

She wanted you to be happy. She loved seeing you happy. She loved it, she loved it!

“Fuck, shit!”

She felt that sweet, swelling feeling in her cunt and she was so close. She missed your scent: you smelt like fucking sunflowers she wanted it all over her. Wanted to drown in you in any way she could. Any way you’d allow.

She lov—

And she came so fucking hard, her ears started ringing. Her brain only producing images of you and your giggling face and you playing your fucking violin! Who would’ve thought that would make her eyes roll back into her skull as her clit throbbed in her high?

She felt the sensitivity in her bud as she held the flow of water on it, but she needed more. She wanted you so bad, she couldn’t get enough. She was biting her lip to keep from making noises because you were fucking sleeping, but she couldn’t help the little hums and squeaks of pleasure as she bucked up into the stream.

She was going to cum again. She was getting tighter and she felt it in her toes and she couldn’t stop shaking.

It was coming so fast. She threw her head back against the shower wall as it swelled in her lower belly and it’s right there it’s right there—

All she heard was your screams of Ellie! and fuckme! and yes! more! want you everywhere! and she blacked out when it hit her. Her mouth dropped open, and she couldn’t help the moans that left her, saying your name as quietly as she could manage. Fuck, she wanted you next to her. Wants you close, always wants you close. She never wants you away from her again.

She came down, tossing the still running shower head onto the floor as she slouched in her position. Her vision was spotty as she glanced around at the marble walls, but she could still see you in her mind. And she knew that you wouldn’t be leaving it anytime soon.

Fuck.

She was in trouble.

After Ellie got up on her trembling legs and dried off, she walked back into her room to find you tucked under her dark blankets while Duchess laid across your feet on her back. Her heart stuttered in her chest, and she couldn’t help the small smile that made its way onto her face.

She put on a pair of boxers and Dina’s old Slayer tee before she pulled the covers back to lay next to you. She heard Duchess move around on top of your legs. She carefully sat up to stick her arm out to lure her closer, picking up the tired kitty before she put the fur ball between your bodies. She felt the kitty relax in her grasp.

Ellie looked up at your tranquil, sleeping form before leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. You nuzzled closer even in your resting state.

Yeah.

She was in fucking trouble.

You woke up early. With no scarf on!

It was around six in the morning when your eyes pulled up, and you were very hot. And there was something fluffy between your neck and chin.

And then you remembered. Ellie. Kitty. Ellie, Ellie, Ellie. Oh, shit. The memories of last night slammed into you like a sixteen-wheeler and you couldn’t stop grinning. You probably looked crazy from another perspective.

She was holding you to her chest, your bare back flush against her clothed chest. You tried to shuffle as lightly as you could so you wouldn’t wake your cuddler, but she moved with you anyway, pulling you closer.

And then you felt her nails just barely grazing up and down your arm as you relaxed into her instantly.

“Ellie?” You whispered.

“Mhm?” she said hoarsely back. Fuck.

“You awake?”

“…No.” She said with a snort. You gently kicked her leg as you grinned.

Duchess had moved from your shoulder and onto the bed when you both started shifting, stretching her back before sitting to lick her paw and wipe her face with it, soft jingles ringing through the silence of the room.

“She likes you,” Ellie noted softly in your ear before kissing it.

“I love her,” you whispered back as you turned around to face the warm girl. She was resting her head on her large pillow, softly caressing your other arm. Her eyes slowly trailed down your face, then your neck, to your breasts. You watched her lick her lips before biting them. You blushed and reached out to lightly slap her arm. She smiled.

“Not gonna touch. Just lookin’,” She whispered with a foxlike grin on her face as she continued to stare.

You giggled at her as she softly laughed with you. “You can touch if you wanna.”

“Oh, I’m gonna, just not right now,” she said huskily as she cockily raised her brow at you. It made you shiver in delight. She could touch you anywhere.

But your smile slowly disappeared when you remembered.

“Ellie?”

“Yeah?” She said back quietly, meeting your eyes.

“I leave in a couple days,” you said sadly. “Back to campus, I mean.”

She nodded in understanding, but you saw her brows pulled down in a slight frown. She looked a little sad at the sound of you leaving and you wanted to hold her so tight.

“When do you come back, do you know?” she asked in a whisper as she mindlessly played with your fingers under the blanket.

“Not ‘til April,” you said with a sad smile. “Spring break.”

She let out a sigh before she leaned forward to plant a kiss to your lips, you instantly reciprocating.

She pulled back to whisper, “Do you needa leave today?”

You reluctantly shook your head yes. “Not right now, but later, yeah.”

She said nothing, but she grabbed you by the waist to pull you closer into her chest, nuzzling your neck to plant kisses on it. You didn’t want to leave, and you could feel tears pricking your eyes. You blinked rapidly so she wouldn’t notice how upset you were getting.

“Wanna make you breakfast, at least.”

You let out a wet laugh as you sniffed lightly. “You almost burned your house down when you made Jesse those cupcakes for his birthday way back! You’re never allowed in the kitchen again.”

“Oh, fuck you! I was ten and didn’t know what the numbers were on the knob, leave me alone,” She muffled with a smile into your neck. You let out an even louder laugh at her admission. She pressed one more kiss to your neck before sitting up and removing the blankets. Your nipples hardened as the cold air hit them.

“What are you lookin’ at? Hm?” You heard her ask. You propped yourself up to see who she was talking to. You followed her line of sight onto the floor to see a… very judgmental looking Duchess giving her owner a feed me now! glare.

“She’s a fuckin’ homophobe. Make out with me so we can piss her off more!” She said jokingly, making kissy faces and grabby hands at you. Even though you wanted her tongue in your mouth again, you declined.

“No! Go feed the baby right now!” You said with a laugh as you moved away from her. She laughed at you before she jumped up from the bed.

“Come on, m’love,” Ellie said as she clicked her tongue at her cat, moving towards the stairs. Small jingles and soft scratches on the hardwood filled the room.

“Ellie, can I use your shower?” You yelled from upstairs.

“…Course you can!” You heard her yell back.

You hadn’t noticed as you moved towards the bathroom, but Ellie flushed bright red at the mention of the shower.

After washing up and stealing some of Ellie’s pine-scented lotion, you put your hoodie and sweatpants from yesterday back on—bare pussy, where the fuck did your underwear go?!—and flew down the stairs at the smell of sausages and syrup.

You saw Ellie standing over the burning stove, spatula in hand, toaster filled with blueberry Eggos. Your heart raced at the sight.

“Oh my god, you weren’t joking about breakfast!” You said excitedly while trying to act like your heart wasn’t about to burst out of your chest. You hoped it was working.

“Oh, you think this is for you? This is mine, you’re making your own!” Ellie said as she looked at you in mocked shock.

“Fuck you! Put my eggs on the damn plate!” You yelled back to her as you walked over the table.

She laughed as she stacked two waffles on your plate before topping them with whipped cream, along with your crispy sausages and (slightly burnt) eggs. She's so cute!

The little chef walked over to you, towel slung over her shoulder as you giggled giddily. She sets your plate in front of you, calling the masterpiece chef Ellie’s surprise! with a dramatic wave of her towel. You clapped for her as she bowed.

You drenched your waffles in syrup and dug in, as she lightly jogged over to you with a you couldn’t fuckin’ wait for me?!, plate in hand.

You ate and talked and joked and laughed so hard, you nearly choked on your orange juice. The two of you were in your own little universe and you never wanted to leave.

But you had to eventually, and you felt devastation wash over you every hour that passed.

It was noon, and you had to go home.

Ellie held your hand the entire walk down the stairs. You got your puffer from the couch and put it back on as you both walked towards the front door.

She bought your Uber after your denial of her offer to drive you home, sadly claiming I don’t know if sissy’ll be there, and you could tell that the mention of your sister saddened her, but she accepted with a soft okay.

She squatted to lace up your boots, planting a gentle kiss to your clothed knee before she rose to your height. She’s so tall, fuck.

“Ready, babe?” She asked gently, wrapping her arms around your neck. You waddled closer, rubbing your nose against hers. She pressed a kiss to your mouth, and you pressed another to hers.

“Don’t wanna go,” you barely whispered out. You felt your eyes getting a little glossy. Don’t fucking cry.

“Don’t want you to go, but you gotta,” She said gently. “Fucking scholar.”

You were going to say something, but a notification came from her phone in her pocket. She grabbed it, softly saying your car was downstairs.

“Text me when you get home, okay?”

You nodded, giving her one more kiss before pulling away from her warmth, slowly walking towards the front door with her following behind. You pulled it open before turning to wrap your arms around her, and she held you just as tightly. You could see Duchess sleeping on the couch on her back, and your tears fell as you shut them. Don’t cry don’t fucking cry—

You knew you weren’t going to be able to see her before you left, so you inhaled her scent one last time until you saw her again.

And you turned to leave before she could see your tear-stained face.

You sent a quick text to Ellie as you exited the car saying that you made it safely. She sent you a im glad baby. get some rest and ill see u soon. And it made you sob. And horny. You want to fuck again.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket when you got up to your room, wiping your damp cheeks. You opened your STUNNA GIRL RIDERS👩🏾‍🦳💯 group chat.

y: hi guys lol

And you nearly jumped at how fast the messages came through.

ari: BITCH DKNT FUCCKINGNSAY HI LIKE SHIT IS SWEET HOW WASS THE PIPE

krissy: hi honey!

shining starr: U HOE

ari: SHES SO YRJXIDNFN I KNOW SHE LAID IT DOWNNNNN DDDDEEEEOWNNNNN

y: y’all r so annoying

y: not u kris ily so much ur everything to me

krissy: ur my baby! ilym

ari: SHUTHT EYFHCJCXUPPP GIMME THE DETAILS I NEED EVERY DETAIL RIGHRNFUCKDINGNNOW IM NOT FUXKING PLAYING

shining starr: 😛😛

y: she made me cum when she did the knee thing and sucked my tits and ate me out and made me squirt when she fingered me

You quickly typed the message and sent it before you regretted it. Your cheeks ran hot even thinking about it. You missed her so fucking much.

shining starr: oh wow.

ari: OHTNMTCUXKDKSIEIEIEISISJSKAKDBHDJS

krissy: eeeek i’m so glad u had fun!!

shining starr: u freak. always the fucking quiet ones i told u bitches that

ari: FUCKKDMFMEKWISDJJDJKOOEOEKWJWN

ari: SHES S ABOUT TO TURN YOU OUT FUCKCDINNG THATS SO FUCKIRGNNHOT

y: we didn’t even get to fuck fully but she has so many toys

y: i miss her so bad already

y: she has a kitty🥺

ari: BITCH FUCK THE CAT!!!! NOBODY CARES!! WHAT COLOR IS HER STRAP

ari: FUCKIGNNGG. FIRE HYDRANT DICK CONFIRMED???

shining starr: LMFAAOOOOO

You giggled as you sent them (Arya) the details about what happened last night and this morning and you fucking missed Ellie. You couldn’t believe how much you missed her.

You used to hate the Spring, but now, you couldn't wait for it to come.

they getting freaakyyy mmmm everybody clap.

everyone pray 2 the proofread gods 4 me they aint answering my calls no more

shoutout to my lil taglist :p. @fandomshitpostingqueen, @nymphetkoo, @sawaagyapong, @gold-dustwomxn

pt. 5 :p

#ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams angst #ellie x you #ellie x reader #ellie williams au #black!oc #black!reader #the last of us #ellie williams x black!reader #lesbian #works 𖧧࣪#scent of the pine. ̥*ೃ

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hearts4chriss · 1 year ago

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Hearts4chriss Homepage ↴

all borders from @fairytopea

What I will write

Chris sturniolo ( mostly )

Matt sturniolo

Nick sturniolo

smut ( Matt and Chris )

fluff

angst ( with happy ending bc I can’t do sad ones💔 )

kinks ( literally any and all except a few in the next part I will absolutely NOT do )

snaps & texts ( all 3 )

what I won’t write

nick x fem reader smut

abuse, sexual abuse etc

Matt and Chris threesome ( not against it I just dk how )

r*pe, incest, non consensual

period sex ( .. )

weird kinks, spit, piss, shit ( ew )

illegal age gap. Ex: 17-20

Request rules ↴

Requests are: open/closed

pls don’t rush !! I have many requests

I do black girls because that’s what I am :) ( if u do request otherwise I will write that but majority I do black girls bc that’s me )

snaps texts and fics and series’s ONLY for now !!

Pls give me a prompt it helps !!

Get to know the writer ↴

my name is Nevaeh

I’m 18

bday on feb 14

I’m African American

I do have terrible anxiety and adhd

I love elephants 🥹 ( fave animal )

fave shows are, The vampire diaries & The originals ON TOPPP ( always rewatching it ) baddies east/west, dance moms, bridgerton, Gilmore girls, scream queens

im an athlete I run track

Im a DIE HARD Chris girl ( like I will get on my knees for this man any day )

I live in Philly ( cold ashit )

I’m from Texas ( I promise in some places it is as bad as it sounds)

AP student, bio, chem, calculus, history, Spanish ( I’m smart don’t playyy )💋

im in college now @ THE Harvard University so I will be busy !!

I will block if u start some bs !!

I’m kinda funny

extroverted but introverted at the start

I mainly listen too, nicki, cardi, ice spice, travis scott, beyoncé, lil bit a t-swift, Ariana grande the weeknd, sza, kehlani, lil skies, bryson tiller, stunna girl, latto, brent faiyaz, & city girls, summer walker, jhené aiko, Rihanna, drake ( rap and r&b mostly )

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo smut

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sonderessence · 2 years ago

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current drafts/ideas I have:

( draft ) hobie brown, stunna ch. 2

• horror/romcom

( draft/idea) miguel o'hara, double trouble

• vampire

• enemies to lovers type

( draft ) miles morales, niño bonito

• fluff

( idea ) ellie williams, summer cowgirl

• fluff

( draft ) *name* armin arlert

• smut

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thefantasyride · 1 month ago

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Fic pet peeves

I went to school for journalism so the writer/editor in me will never leave. 💀 Sometimes I unintentionally edit things in my head while I'm reading stuff. It could be an article, blog post, fanfic, etc. I can't help it. A red pen hated to see me coming when I used to edit people's shit. 🫠 Okay, here we go! 🤲🏾

lack of proofreading

questionable grammar

questionable punctuation

questionable spacing

no line breaks

tiny fonts (People shouldn't have to strain their eyes to read. Have some decorum!)

bratty/bitchy characters (It's not y'all, it's me. I can't stand them IRL either.💀)

Redundant personalities in multiple characters. (I don't need Erik, Stunna, and Terry to be the same person. PLEASE.)

Writing about the actual person (I don't mind it as long as people are using their real name, but making up their entire life + additional characters in the process. "You're dating Yahya/Aaron while he's an actor" will make me scroll. 🫠 I need IMAGINATION to really get into a fic. I've seen it executed well on here a couple times and it was so good. 🤌🏾

*lack of balance. (Everybody lives for the smut, but sometimes we need to balance it out with other things, whether that's fluff, angst, or whatever.) I had to add the asterisk though because sometimes we read STRICTLY for the smut. 🤭

lack of engagement (Let people know what you thought about the fic in a respectful manner of course. Or at least let people know you read it.) Contrary to popular belief, everybody doesn't care about popularity or validation. The fanfic space is supposed to be a COMMUNITY and there can't be any community if people don't TALK. And I'm not going back and forth about that. I said what I said. 💕

Okay, I think that's it (for now 🤫). Now I'm curious to know what other people's pet peeves are. Don't be throwing undercover shade or subliminals either. 😶 Keep it on the playground! lmao

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sugar-petals · 6 years ago

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— stunna.

sub!jimin pegging scenario || rated r: graphic content || femdom!reader || 1.3k ⚠️ warning: anal, orgasm control, vocal!jm, gaping, cum eating, drooling, aftercare, fingering

Jimin winces. And deeper grip his fingertips. The cushion barely stands it, much like him.

“Oh God.”

“You’re okay?”

“It hurts.”

“Should I slow down?”

“No, it’s coming—”

On you go pounding him. The sofa clearly isn’t made for it, but Jimin’s ass is. Who knows how wide he’ll gape looking how his slippery hole tries to cope, barely, under the constant onslaught of jabs, long thrusts, the winding of your hip to either side, fully burying the strap-on where you want it to be. Far enough and short before sending the shit of tomorrow a friendly greeting. Jimin knows he’s deep. Your silicone dick, too. The regular gauge at his prostate makes his legs, spread and bare, all mushy, but then again, obey the melody of your breath setting the rhythm. Knowing he can’t release yet, however. That’s what makes it so delicious to watch. His ankles gyrate in ways you’ve seen them churn and stretch on stage and in the practice room, doing their miraculous dancing moves.

“Oh shit, oh shit...”

Tiny mumbles. Big groans. The up and down, the cavernous and shallow, makes Jimin’s talkative mouth as loose as his ass. You take the liberty to trace his back arch that slowly turns into a gyrating movement against the leathery surface of the couch.

“Fuck!”

“Yep, it’s what I’m doing.”

You laugh, and so does he, but the amusement blends with a sting, jaw-clenching, cause to every spasm of his waist — however, you do wonder whether it is deliberate — shooting up his spine every thrust you deliver. Parting his ass cheeks reveals a salmon, coral-pinkish, and very strained pucker fighting for its very life, hanging on to the least bit of muscle tension that it can muster, because the speed is already hammering Jimin’s face into a pillow.

Drip drop. Precum overload on the couch. He’s being ridiculous.

Jimin’s legs go in waves and flinches separately depending on how far you prod to split him in half. The friction that the gyrating of his torso brings to his cock won’t help. What is all too telling is Jimin’s neck bulging right at you so red just and arm’s length away which you dare to bridge knowing your thrusts will lose their focus and aim once you do reach and seize him. Jimin hardly even registers. He just goes on panting like mad with his ass stuffed up and twitching around your strap-on, under your hands, under your control.

“Is my sloppy babe ready to get his balls drained.”

All he can do is twist his face out of the pillow and blurt the answer out with excess slobber coming right along.

“Can I, now?”

“Yes. You got permission.”

The slapping noise of you shoving the last fucks inside of him turns dull when Jimin’s peak sets in with a grating of his fingers on the sofa’s edge.

A relief that you kept that damn bra on, your two jiggly friends would go all over the place with that speed. They’re kept tucked and cozy, nice and fitted, while Jimin gets knocked and all rammed up with strap until the point of no feasible return. A firm smack to his ass and there he goes.

“Ah—owh—!”

Surprise, it’s magic. His legs pop even more wide open. Jimin doing the splits so elegantly on your plastic dick makes for an image that won’t leave you for another day or two. As do his back muscles going like a reliable clockwork, a serpent circling on the couch. As his body dances, smooth, creative, with the cadenced pizzazz of a Swan Lake ballet performer, so does your mind. He’s hypnotizing in every clench. Whatever the shit of tomorrow is currently seeing inside, you envy it. Jimin’s food is lucky. If you would have selected anything less hard than rock hard for a strap-on, he would probably crush that jelly dildo in his ass.

His head tilts and shakes. Either of you knows why that pillow is there. He’s a screamer of a guy. You can’t help yourself there. Snaking one hand into his hair to tug him out of the pillow backwards releases the drools and sweet moans you’ve waited for.

“Y/N. Y/N!”

A spray of cum hits the sofa alongside the lube saying a teary goodbye from Jimin’s ass when you lean back more to see his scrotum milk out semen, to see him contract around your shaft with either leg in a frenzy sending ripples of more muscle clockwork up his thighs and upper back. To your shock, within the pandemonium of his orgasm, Jimin still manages to squeak a full sentence.

“Can you ride it out? Please ride it out!”

“This isn’t reverse psych Jimin. Your ass is already falling apart. But I can do this.”

Both of your hands lock at his waist, halting the grinds, but sliding down your strap-on balls deep for him to finish pulsing around. Enjoying the last bits of his climax and the oncoming painful tease of overstimulation. Once he’s finished pumping out cum, you make him slurp and eat it up, duly head pressed down onto the sofa, ass up in the air probably looking to catch some confused flies because it’s so beat-up and holed open, so cutely ruby in color, so fucking plump the way you just adore it.

Jimin licks off the last creamy bit from your fingers. Strawberry ice cream with white chocolate chunks, no matter how large the pot, is always gone after evenings when you find some time to get loud.

He’d eat it off the silicone itself if he could and you allowed him, yet both his butt and your hips need— to breathe. So it’s lying in bed naked with the TV babbling about politics, weather, and related turn-offs. Which are deeply needed given that you’re both messed up with adrenaline and a big portion of sugar overdose on top. The ice cream pot settles on the bedside table empty. You murmur perverted shit into Jimin’s ears to make him cackle over and over again until it comes to praise.

“Mh, that was stunning, babe,” you settle on the left side of the bed where you can shut the blinds.

He does so on the other end, maneuvering with a bit of a clumsy movement to his legs, pulling down the lamp’s cord to switch it on, bathing the room in warm light. Still, his eyes don’t cease to look at you for one second.

“Are you pleased?”

“Number one, your peach butt is ruined,” you count one finger, “number two, you blew a nice load regardless of how hard number one was on you. Three, you were dancing.”

“No, silly,” he crawls over to the left, blanket gathered around this hip with one hand. “I mean strap-ons aren’t the most convenient thing for you. You let me come, so.”

“Means I can let myself cum as well, hm?”

It’s half joke, half truth. Jimin’s gleaming eyes can see that. He’s taking in your scent, so close, with his ruffled hair and all-too poufy lips.

“You’ve been pretty amazing doing all this. But also, holding back. I’m not stupid, Y/N. That thing covers your most important area.”

Jimin has to giggle a bit at the nonchalance of you leaning back against the headboard with your legs just opened enough for him. To spoil him rotten with redolence and a place for his hand to slip into. The spiel of the TV ends with you pressing your favorite button on the remote, and Jimin pressing his.

“Um, what area? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Gentle pairs of fingers work into your clit and labia when Jimin’s voice becomes all honeyed. It’s a little thank-you coming your way.

“Something for my sweet tooth, Y/N. Ice cream with cherries. Very tasty.”

a/n. How can you send something like this and not think my author brain is content without having a detailed elaboration out there. You fool.

#sub-bts-network #sub!jimin #sub!bts #jimin smut #jimin x reader #sub jimin #jimin scenario #stunna #bts smut #bts scenarios #bangtan smut #bangtan scenarios #sub bts #jimin imagine #bts imagines

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gojosgoddess · 5 years ago

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Finally

Pairing: Jonathan Lyndale “DaBaby” Kirk x black! thicc reader

A/N: So, this is my first time posting anything on Tumblr so I’m really excited and nervous as hell but we gone bear through it. And since I have one of the biggest celebrity crushes on DaBaby, I decided to have him be my first. I wanted to thank @honeychicanawrites @blackgirlimaginesmarvel @fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @blackmissfrizzle @laketaj24 @tastingmellow @stripper-patrick @fumbling-fanfics @sapphirescrolls @tutuwho for not only giving out great content and being amazing people but for inspiring me to write again and get out of my writer’s block so thanks again to these amazing people again. ♥️🙌🏾

Warnings: NSFW (18+), Smut, Thick Reader, Regular Nasty A** Sh*t, a little bit of choking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

You smiled at Jonathan as the doctor finally cut the cast from his broken hand off. A few weeks ago, you and Jon were at a Louis Vuitton store with Stunna when Cam Coldheart decided to show up and start making a problem. Jon ignored him until Cam started calling him a bitch and calling you a fat bitch which led to Jon knocking his ass out. Truth be told, the whole scene of Jon squaring up and beating his ass made you dripping and weak in the knees but before you could slurp his dick up like a milkshake, you had to go to the hospital for his bruised knuckles, because the way his hand limped to the side made you queasy. Turns out, his hand broke on that sorry man’s face which quite frankly, turned you on even more.

So you went through 3 agonizing weeks of not being able to do anything to the sex god of a man that you called your fiancé. He didn’t make it any better by walking around the house shirtless and giving you his little diamond filled smirk every time he caught you staring at his muscular build. So in return, you would wear your latest Savage X Fenty personally given to you by the queen Rihanna herself after she made you an ambassador of her lingerie line. Just like you were wearing today.

“So Mr. Kirk, even though your cast off, for the next week or so, please try to take it as easy as possible for your hand might be a bit sensitive.” The doctor said but all Jon could focus on was how your body looked in that Fashionnova dress. Your curves looked right and your cleavage was enough to leave a bit to the imagine but Jon knew, loved and adored everything underneath that dress.

“Yeah, yeah man, I hear you.” He said hopping off the table. He grabbed his medication before snaking his arm around your waist and walking out the hospital. He opened your car door for you before whispering in your ear, “When we get home, I’m tearin’ that ass up.” His words caused you to freeze for a moment before licking your lips and getting in the car. He bit his lip watching you get in the car before closing the door and sliding over the hood of the car like this nigga in Bad Boys making you giggle at his dumb ass while he got in the car. He kissed your cheek before speeding to your shared home.

As soon as he parked the car, you both raced to get out of the car and into the house as fast as you both could, in order to avoid your nosey ass neighbours. Once inside, Jon smashes his lips onto yours and picks you up by the back of your thick legs. He pushes you against the wall and grinded his hard dick into your core making you moan into the kiss. He separated your lips and gave you that naughty smirk of his.

“I ain’t had that ass in three weeks baby. Yo ass ain’t gon be walking straight for the next few days. I hope your ass knows that.” He said making you inwardly squeal and bite his lip.

“Do whatever you want to do with my body…Daddy.” You said looking deep into his eyes. His eyebrows rose and his eyes clouded over with lust just staring at your face. He smashed his lips back onto yours and bit your lip in return. “Daddy finna put it down.” He said in his Charlotte accent making you laugh as he ran upstairs with you still tightly gripped in his arms.

Once in your bedroom, he dropped you onto your bed before he closed the bedroom door and pounced on you again. He kissed you passionately and roughly removed your dress yet still keeping intact because his ass knew if he ripped your fashionnova dress, you would’ve whooped his ass.

He sat back on his heels and looked at your lingerie before looking up at heavens and thanking God before he attacked your neck vigorously making you moan in pleasure at hitting your spot. He unclipped your bra and gave your breasts some love, even going as far as marking them both with hickeys. He suckled your right nipple before softly biting your nipple making your arch your back. He did the same to your left nipple before trailing his way from your nipple down to your navel with his tongue.

He then took your panties into his mouth and dragged them down your legs before he got back up at your thighs.

“Nah, nah, nah Babygirl, open up them legs. Let Daddy see what he’s been missing these past three weeks.” He said making you slowly open your legs and he smiled at your glistening pussy before putting his hands onto your thighs and pushed them back in order to give himself more space. He licked up and down your pussy before taking your clit into his lips and sucking on it as if it was nursing him. Your thighs tightened around his head as your one hand gripped his head while the other gripped the sheets. The swirling of his tongue was magical as he started spelling out his government name and his stage name. As he got to the last K in Kirk you felt as though you were about to explode. He focused on your clit as he slipped a finger inside you. He angled his finger in a ‘come here’ motion, massaging your G-spot making you claw at his shoulders as your orgasm was approaching you quickly.

“Cum on this tongue (Y/N).” He said looking deep into your eyes while steadily licking and swirling your clit on his tongue. You locked eye contact with him for a few seconds before you felt your eyes roll to the top of your eyes. “Ooh Daddy!!!” You exclaimed as you squirted all over his face and your body shook in extreme pleasure.

“Baby got this pussy gushing!! Damn girl, you got that wet wet.” He said chuckling at your shaking form, before licking his lips and moving up to lock with you again. He stood up as he started stripping for you making you smirk at his gorgeous tattooed body. He mirrored your smirk before dropping his pants and you smiled brightly at seeing his long and hard dick after three long weeks. He chuckled at your reaction before laying back on you and kissing you sweetly.

He locked eyes with you again while he slowly began to enter your pussy and your eyes rolled into the back of your head while he sighed in pleasure and closed his eyes.

“Shit I missed this.” He said filling you completely while you whined and wrapped your arms around his neck. He moved your legs to wrap around his waist as you relished in the feeling of your man between your legs again, where he belonged.

“You aight Babygirl?” He asked noticing you felt tighter than usual since y’all hadn’t mad love in a long while. You nodded quickly at him as he started to look worried. “I’m aight Daddy. Don’t stop. Please.” You pleaded causing him to nod back. He started thrusting and slamming into your pussy like a hungry, savage animal and you loved every second of it.

“Oh Daddy, FUCK THIS PUSSY!!!” You exclaimed as he started wrecking your shit. He angled your leg higher on his hips before he started doing push ups in your pussy making you scratch up his back and arch your back in pleasure. The long-awaited reunion was as carnal and rough as you hoped it would be. He put his hand on your neck and softly applied pressure.

“Whose pussy is this?” He asked growling in your ear in his deep voice. “Yours Daddy!!” You shouted back because with the way he was drilling your shit in, your normal speaking voice went out the window.

“You missed Daddy’s dick Babygirl? You missed me making this pussy bust all over me? You missed the way I tore your shit up huh?” He asked and with every question, he delivered a particularly hard thrust that you seeing stars. He gripped your hair tightly and brought your face towards his. “Answer my motherfucking question.” He said, not stopping any of his thrusts.

“YES DADDY, I MISSED EVERYTHING, I MISSED THE WAY YOU MAKE THIS PUSSY SQUIRT, DON’T STOP!!!” You struggled out to say as his thrusts were brutal. He smirked before placing his hand on your throat again and giving you long and deep strokes, making you go cross eyed for a moment there.

“Come on Babygirl, I want you to cum with Daddy aight?” He asked sweetly before kissing you passionately as if you weren’t being wrecked out of your mind right now. You nodded wordlessly and bit his lip.

“Look at me when you cum Baby. On 3…2…1!! Ah shit!! Fuckkk Babygirlll!!!” He shouted as you came hard on his dick, shouting his name to the heavens and he filled your pussy up. His hips jerked a bit more before he went still before he rolled you to over, while still inside you and made you lay on his chest as you both stared at the ceiling and regained your breathing. You both were quiet for a minute before you both busted out laughing.

“Girl I made you cum so hard you done went cock-eyed!” He heartily laughed and you smiled at the sound before playfully rolling your eyes.

“Nigga don’t act like I ain’t felt them hips stuttering when you came inside me.” You said making him suck his teeth and chuckle before kissing you sweetly. “I love you (Y/N).” He said softly holding your round chin in his hand. You smiled and kissed him on his dimpled cheek. “I love you too Jon.”

“Now pop that ass up, with your face down. A nigga is ready for round 2.” He said causing both of you to laugh before assuming the position.

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A/N: I hope you guys really enjoyed my first smut, I’m nervous as hell to be posting this but it was about that time anyway. My requests are open, so don’t feel afraid to request anything or even if you want to talk to me about anything, my asks are open, as well as my messages. See y’all later 🤗♥️✨

~Natascha

#Natascha's Works #DaBaby x Reader #DaBaby #Dababy x black! reader #DaBaby x black!thick! reader #DaBaby Smut #Smut #First time writing on Tumblr and I'm nervous as hell

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odatelier · 2 months ago

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ㅤ ❅ ㅤSLIPPERY WHEN ICY ／ MLIST.

𝓟𝖱𝖤𝖢𝖨𝖲. 𓇼 when bratty figure skater jennie takes center stage at your luxury resort’s christmas ice show, she pushes the limits of your icy patience. tension builds and heated encounters blur the line between rivalry and desire, turning the cold holiday nights into something dangerously seductive.

𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 › ice skater!jennie kim x resort owner!reader

𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖲 › coming this christmas!

𝖢𝖮𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖭𝖳 › figure skating au, enemies-to-lovers, smut.

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 › mature rating, teasing, bickering, each chapters will have their individual warnings, men and minors dni.

part of the “naughty december” event!

❅ㅤㅤchapter one: skating on thin ice. ㅤㅤ⤻ coming soon

jennie, a wealthy and rebellious figure skater, is hired to perform at a high-end christmas ice show hosted by an icy and impeccably composed owner of a luxury winter resort. from the moment they meet, your cool demeanor clashes with jennie’s bratty attitude, sparking a tense power dynamic.

❅ㅤㅤchapter two: cold hands, hot intentions. ㅤㅤ⤻ coming soon

after a steamy office encounter, jennie pushes boundaries on and off the ice, reveling in your reactions. while staying composed in public, you begin orchestrating opportunities to isolate jennie, finding her brattiness equal parts infuriating and intoxicating.

❅ㅤㅤchapter three: the ice beneath us. ㅤㅤ⤻ coming soon

with the ice show’s final performance over, jennie plans to leave the resort, smugly satisfied with how much she’s gotten under your skin. but you're unwilling to let the bratty skater leave without making her submission absolute, and so you invite jennie to a private chalet under the pretense of a celebratory dinner.

⊂⊃ ( vel.notes ) ﹐ ⇅ welcome to my first event series! i hope you guys enjoy it as much as i will. questions and tweaks are welcome! congrats to whoever submitted this award-worthy idea <3

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24kmar · 8 months ago

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𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎 (P. Zweig)

Apart of my fic "Born Stunna"

𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Patrick Zweig x fem! Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ MDNI, Smut, language, cheating, brat! Reader, manipulative! Reader (wolf in sheeps clothing)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: when tashi and art start going to hard y/n with tennis, she decides to take a break from them. Confiding in none other than patrick. 🎀apart of my fic "Born Stunna". Enjoy!!

Idea from @doll-0f-flesh

𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒆, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒍. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍

Karma takes form in Y/N L/N. It had been a rough week for her. Art and tashi getting on her ass and her nerves. Sure she had been slacking with tennis, but could you blame her?

So much stress and hard work was bound to get to her. So, she looked for a stress reliever. That stress reliever taking form in patrick zweig. She saw the way he looked at her. His eyes following her wherever she went.

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑰 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒔, 𝑰 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒔

So, why not play it to her advantage? She told art and tashi she was going for a late night drive to clear her head. What she didnt tell them was that the passanger was none other than patrick.

"You sure about this?" He asks nervously, not wanting to get in the middle of her, art, and tashi.

"Yes pat, dont act like you dont want this as much as i do" she smirks, carressing his thigh softly.

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐.

"God- fuck" she gasped out as patrick bounced her on his cock in the driver seat of her car. Rain pouring down. Background noise to the sound of skin slapping skin.

"Shit" patrick moaned, bruising grip on her hips. Sure to leave marks she'd have to find a way to explain to tashi and art. "Fuck you feel like heaven" patrick groaned, eyes screwing shut and jaw falling slack. "Y'see that princess" he chuckled, looking down to see the bulge off his dick in her stomach "im in your guts." He giggled, pressing on the bulge.

Making her let out a mewl. His cock reaching places she didnt even know existed. The sting of the stretch bringing pleasure and pain. Leaning down to put her head in the crook of his neck, she started leaving open mouth kisses on it.

Making him moan, cock twitching as she lets out a particular moan. He knows that moan, thats how he knows shes close. This isnt the first time theyve done this.

"You close princess?" He speaks, grabbing the back of her neck making her look at him. "Huh?"

She nods, going to put her face back in the crook of his neck. "Nuh uh princess" he tuts, making her look at him again "want you to look at me when y'cum. Can you do that?" Nodding, she lets out a silent scream, cumming. "Atta girl" he smiles moving to kiss her neck. "Mm no marks" she whispers, earning an eyeroll from him. "Wonder what art and tashi would say if they saw you be such a slut for me" he smirked

The feeling of her cunt spasming around him getting him close also. "Fuck, m'gonna cum" he pants. "Where do you want it baby?" He asks. "Want y'to cum in me"she replied, gasping at the overstimulation. Just those words pushed him to the edge. Groaning as he came in her.

After getting redressed, they get to talking. Giggling like idiots, her phone buzzes. Rolling her eyes opening to see a texts from tashi and 3 missed calls from art.

"Oh shit" she spit out

"What? Whats up?" Patrick furrows his eyesbrows from the sudden change of atmosphere.

Looking over to see a message that reads

'Y/N'

'Where are you?'

'Y/nnn'

'Answer your phone'

'Are you with patrick?'

oh fuck.

#Spotify #challengers #art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #tashi donaldson #tashi duncan x reader #tashi donaldson x reader #tashi duncan #patrick zweig #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig smut #🪞𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 🎀#💭𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬💭

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pasteljeon · 5 years ago

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Dude, I just wanted to say that you are one of my favorite writers ever and I am ASTOUNDED at your ability to make smut sound like this beautiful, intricate dance sequence unfolding in front of me. It's just so well written but also Hot and I always go ??! Cause I've never been a big fan of smutty fics as written bodies of work but yours are so cohesive and pretty and !!! I adore you and your writing, oof 💖💖💖 (p.s. this entire rant is MOSTLY because of and about Stunna with Jimin, so yeah)

Hi! I think you got me mixed up with @submissive-bangtan; Caro's the one that wrote Stunna! It's a wonderful piece (as all of hers are), and I totally share your sentiment!! Her writing is definitely amazing :)

#anon #this is so sweet tho! @caro someone loves you very much 🥺

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sub-bts-smut-backup · 6 years ago

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Sub!BTS — Masterlist

sub!bts x dom!reader writings. all consensual, femdom-centric, explicit. enjoy! ♥ ↳ ao3 | rec | © | writing tips | sub!bts net

◇ ⌈note⌋ reposts, modifications and translations are prohibited. depictions are fictional & for entertainment purposes only. mind the warnings, this features nsfw/18+ content.

◇ ⌈key⌋ fics bolded, analysis in italics.

♡ all members

domestic sex

reaction to breath play

bts as your vampire boyfriends

you give them flowers

[MASTERPOST] sub!bts a-z series (smut alphabet)

reaction to chastity

favorite pegging positions

reacting to your high sex drive

they call you goddess

their orgasm faces

where they love to kiss you

maknae line: their balls slapping against your clit

sub!bts— their kinks (list)

dresses and skirts they look best in

explaining the meaning behind bts’ harnesses

their scents

dauntless (m) | mermen!ot7 x reader au

baby cheeks/weight gain appreciation

they call you mommy

they insist you’re beautiful

dirty talk with them

boarding school sub training imagine

deepthroat x male dom!reader

would you rather game

where to kiss them

romance with you

facefucked w/ a strap-on

using a glass dildo on them

you catch them getting off

you shave them

being your little spoon

bts as your butlers

using a fucking machine on them

they’re shocked how dominant you are

his domme is busy, he wants her attention

how bts would eat you out

you find out they’re submissive

you like pet play

their favorite kinky clothing

their favorite ways to turn you on

fake love — a sub!bts concept

you call them good boy

what music bts would choose for sex?

body/breast worship

blowjob with teeth

massaging you

slave/masochist boyfriends snaps

you’re their tall girlfriend/idol mentor

vampire au: you’re craving their blood

pegging — they break the bed

reader feeling insecure about her body

complimenting bts in french / dirty talk

accidentally turning you on

fingering you

you’re getting loud in bed | crack

putting them to sleep after a long day

their motivations to be submissive

tackling their insecurities

you want them to sit on your lap

bts receiving punishment

you’re anxious

whispering dirty things at the dinner table

pegging them

jealous bts

bts are insecure about losing their abs

bts as the 7 deadly sins

you ask them to sub

giving bts hickeys

they hug you

you’re on your period

bts as mermen

how masochistic are they?

bts cooking for you

cuddling

favorite places to have sex

xmas eve sex

how do they sound like in bed?

foreplay with them

bts as submissive boyfriends

♡ jungkook

bondage with him

maknae line reaction: dom to sub

he’s insecure about his lips

biting kink / pegging scenario

kissing sub!jk

maknae line safewords scenario

comforting the busan & daegu line

sub!maknae line: favorite sex positions

tae & jk as maids

♡ taehyung

his choking kink (picture)

maknae line reaction: dom to sub

tae’s puppy kink

pet play / he comes too early

kissing sub!tae

maknae line safewords scenario

comforting the busan & daegu line

sub!maknae line: favorite sex positions

th & jk as your maids

♡ yoongi

feeling small/showing insecurities + noona kink

who he submits to

about yoongi saying “i’m yours”

the two ways yoongi flirts

yg, d/s, and the korean age hierarchy

you dress for halloween

underground tattoo artist yg

caning him

yg likes tough women & macho men

hyung line reaction: top to sub

[MASTERPOST] oral writings with myg

studio sex with yg

sub!hyung line kinks

comforting the busan & daegu line

kissing sub!yoongi

cuddling with him

♡ hoseok

second year’s pains (m) | anniversary au

fairy coffee shop au

hyung line impact play series masterpost

when would he not be vocal?

flogging/butt plug scenario

hyung line reaction: top to sub

kissing sub!hoseok

sub!hyung line kinks

♡ jimin

burlesque dancer!jm ft. dita von teese

making jack-o-lanterns with him

vampire au moodboards

sub!jm moodboard

maknae line reaction: dom to sub

kissing sub!jm

maknae line safewords scenario

comforting the busan & daegu line

sub!maknae line: favorite sex positions

♡ seokjin

choking gold (m) | pornstar au

trick or treat halloween imagine

hyung line impact play series masterpost

paddling/handcuffs/roleplay scenario

lip appreciation post

hyung line reaction: top to sub

eatjin meets pegjin

kissing sub!jin

sub!hyung line kinks

♡ namjoon

fuckup trucker (m) | winter vacation au doc on a date (m) | venice au on the rocks (m) | husband!rm au

hyung line impact play series masterpost

spanking scenario

more sub!rm

lip appreciation

hyung line reaction: top to sub

meme proof: rm is a screamer

kissing sub!rm

submissive hyung line kinks

sub!rm

mtl mlist

rude boy (m) | sub!tom holland student au

femdom resources

‘kink’ vs ‘fetish’

fantasizing about bts: disrespectful?

— [quiz] who’s your matching sub in bts? — [quiz] what type of domme are you? — [quiz] which bts member is your baby boy?

#bts #sub!bts #masterlist #crosspost #sub-bts-smut

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eerythingisshaka · 7 years ago

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Kings’ Trip (4)

T’Challa, M’Baku, Redeemed! Erik

Warnings: Cussin’, Family rivalries, slight, light peppering of implied smut, not even alladat. You’ll see.

Word Count: 2.8K (it’s a miracle I stayed within rule max)

A/N: This is part of a The Black Panther fandom collab created by @royallyprincesslilly. I really enjoyed doing this chapter, way more fun than I could’ve ever expected. Honored to have taken part, this community it so blessed. @katasstrophey, SHE READY!

Chapters: Kings’ Trip (1) By: @sisterwifeudaku, Kings’ Trip (2) By: @blackandfair (3) By: @royallyprincesslilly

The trip was proving to be a lot more than T’Challa signed up for. It was something when Erik’s reckless, loudmouth self and M’Baku’s narcissistic, disrespectful attitude were the most mild people he would have to deal with. The stress sat heavily on them into the next day. At least, on everyone but Erik.

“Aight niggas, we headed to the beach. Sun’s out, guns out.” Erik clad in his swim trunks, towel around his neck, and stunna shades on.

M’Baku was on the TV trying to figure out a video game Erik beat him on. “I’m not a very summer sun kind of individual, eh? I’ll just stay back. AGH!” He yells as he loses the level again against the CPU.

Erik snatches the controller from M’Baku. “Listen, you not gonna get any better at this today, trust me. If my trash ass beat you on Rainbow Road, you just not cut out for the Kart.”

M’Baku crosses his arms in a huff. Erik looks over to T’Challa who is stewing over a cup of coffee. “Now what the hell is your problem?”

T’Challa shakes his head, “Have you been here for the past couple days? I have a half-brother I never knew existed, you remember that?”

Erik sucks his teeth. “Don’t be actin like you never been through this before, dawg. You got a new cousin outta some Maury type shit, and we good!”

T’Challa looks over at Erik sullenly, “Our scenario is exactly what I am afraid of.”

Erik claps T’Challa on the back, “Don’t take it so hard, T. That’s why we need to get you out the house. This is still our kingcation, remember?! Let’s get out there, check out the waves, the honeys, and get it poppin!”

Nakia comes in the living room from the back, “You guys are going out?”

Erik looks sideways at T’Challa, “No wonder you all blue and shit. You know we can’t have no real fun unless your girl ghosts, right?”

Nakia glares at Erik, “Please, I couldn’t careless. But the way you all are treating Adrian, I think it is only right you think of him before going out.” She looks at T’Challa for confirmation, who turns his face scratching his scalp.

M’Baku steps over to them. “For the record, I have no ill feelings towards the little guy. But I wonder the significance of him being brought to our attention now?”

Nakia answers, “This is a sensitive predicament to break down to the tribal leaders. We don’t want to expose him to too much of what is expected from his existence. There are two groups of people that could be affected by this; we cannot risk an uproar like LAST time.” Nakia works her neck in Erik’s direction.

“Aye, it worked itself out in the end right? Chiiiill. So what y’all gon do, cuz I’m headed for some mai tai’s and gettin a good spot on the beach real quick.”

Nakia shrugs, “That’s fine. I’ll call Adrian to join you all.”

T’Challa perks up at this, “Eh? Why do you keep pushing this boy off on us? He is a grown man, he can make his way on his own. Why are you acting like his mother?”

Nakia steps right under T’Challa’s nose. “He is still young and impressionable though. You spent all of your life thinking your father was the greatest man, without flaws. As you have become grown, you see it is the opposite and it just keeps getting deeper! How DARE you blame him for his situation. You need to soften your heart and welcome him as your blood. Stop thinking about the throne and your status and take in your family!”

M’Baku plants his hands on both their shoulders, “Ok, let us calm this lover’s quarrel. Nakia, go ahead and call him.”

T’Challa knocks M’Baku’s hand off him, “What gives you any right to-”

“That is MY cousin, T’Challa. I have EVERY right to see him while we are here. Watch your tongue when speaking of a Jabari.” M’Baku says pointing a finger in T’Challa’s face.

Erik claps his hands, “Aight! I fucking love Black ass family reunions. Leggo!”

The crew make their way to the beach and it’s packed with folks. Erik and M’Baku race to get to some chairs that were unoccupied to claim. M’Baku stretches out, yawning, “Ahh, the sun is so draining….”

Erik taps his chest, “Uh uh, Baku, getcha ass on up. We goin to get some liq up in our sys.”

M’Baku sits up confused, “Why do you always speak like a broken radio? I can only understand every other word with you.” He gets up to walk off with Erik.

“T’Challa, you coming through?” Erik asks.

T’Challa is laying back in a chair, towel covering his face as he waves them away without a word. While they were gone, T’Challa contemplated the complexities of his family tree. He prayed that his father didn’t have some kind of Zeus complex, making children wherever he laid his head.

Soon as T’Challa started to drift off, an annoying yet familiar voice came to him.

“Aye! The seagulls will make a meal out of you if you don’t stop laying out here roasting like this.”

Moving the towel, T’Challa sees his sister Shuri. She had her braids half up and half down, with a cute patterned bikini on with a skirt coverup.

T’Challa sits up mortified, “Eh, you walk out of the house looking like this?!”

Shuri puts a hand on her hip, “I do and I have already. No angry mobs have rushed me in horror brother, so thanks.”

T’Challa tosses his shirt at her, “Put this on. You are too young to be wearing that.”

Shuri looks at him sideways, throwing the shirt back. “You do realize toddlers where things very similar to this as well, yeah? Calm your blood pressure, umkhulu.”

Erik and M’Baku are laughing and chatting coming back to the chairs. “Aye look who found us, y’all!” Erik had Adrian in a headlock.

T’Challa’s heart rate began to speed up, he did not want Shuri to know about their new found brother yet. “Good, you all made it! Shuri is here, but she was just about to leave to meet with Nakia, right?” T’Challa makes a face for her to scram.

Shuri waves him off, “Pssh, I have no obligations at the moment. Let me hang out with my cousin and Baku! Who is this guy, Erik?”

Erik’s face lights up as he starts but T’Challa cuts him off, “ERIK!! Let’s take Adrian for a drink, eh? We need to catch up! M’Baku, keep Shuri company, please.” T’Challa spins Erik around who still has Adrian locked up.

Erik looks at T’Challa confused, “Why ain’t you lettin’ the little nigga see his sister, man?”

“That was my sister?? Oh man, I always wanted a sister!” Adrian says under Erik’s pit.

“We need to talk about that, I don’t want to upset her with something like this. Who knows what she will do.”

They sit under a tiki bar and order some strong cocktails and a round or beers.

“Yeah, get me three beers, yo. They for me.” Erik looks over at Adrian winking. T’Challa smack his arm, “He can’t drink, what are you doing?”

Erik looks at T’Challa, heavy lidded from his alcohol consumption so far. “Chiiiill, he grown enough. He already had a beer anyway and he handled that. I promised him one more, then he cut off, right cuz?” The shake hands in a cool way that makes T’Challa feel a jolt of envy.

“So Adrian, what have you been up to lately?” T’Challa asks.

Adrian sips his beer burping, “Ahh, just helping with the community center mostly. I’m taking courses at a nearby community college as well.”

T’Challa furrows his brow, “Community college? Why aren’t you at a university? You have to apply yourself to the best institutions to get the best-”

“Aight, are we gonna be talking about careers and futures with the kid right now, for real? T’Challa that’s like the number one thing you should NOT asks a student about: what the fuck they doin in school.”

“Thanks, cuz. But T’Challa, I’m only going since it is the best thing for me to do, financially. I get my prerequisites covered by going to community college first. And I’m passing with flying colors, so it’s all good.”

T’Challa nods, blankly drinking his cocktail. He forgot about how America’s schools were not as accessible as Wakanda’s. He cursed himself for assuming Adrian was a slacker.

The bartender lines up some shots in front of them, filling them.

“We did not order these.” T’Challa speaks up.

The bartender smiles jerking his head in to the right of them, “They’re covered.”

Two melanated baddies wave sipping and giggling at them.

“Well shit, that’s my day made, right there.” Erik says as he downs all three of the shots. “Y’all conversate and shit while I go and knock down some walls.”

Adrian asks, “You mean break the ice?”

Erik turns rubbing his hands together Birdman style, “Nah, cuz. Knock. Down. Some walls.” Erik turns with a flourish. “Ayyye, y’all wanna feel my scars? They soft as fuck...”

T’Challa shakes his head scoffing to himself. “Now he is the crazy one. Try not to let him influence-” T’Challa looks over but Adrian is gone from his seat. T’Challa sees him attempting to hula hoop with Shuri and M’Baku. M’Baku is somehow impressively good at it despite his ox-like body.

T’Challa goes back to his original chair to keep tabs on how the conversations were going between Shuri and Adrian. He still wanted to keep control on letting that information out. Erik strolls over with the two baddies on either arm.

“And Veronica, this is M’Baku, my man! I know you like em thicc, he do too, baby.”

M’Baku drops his hula hoop puffing his chest out as he makes his way to Veronica. “Pleased to meet you...Veronica.” M’Baku dips his voice an octave, and Veronica notices with pleasure.

“Mmmm, nice to meet you! You work that hula hoop pretty good...your hip movements are pretty on point.” Veronica coos as she holds onto M’Baku close.

M’Baku chuckles, “My dear, I can move anyway you need me too. That is, if you can keep up?”

Night starts to fall on the beach as Erik has his portable speaker blasting some trap jams, his lady grinds on his lap inconspicuously as they are completely inebriated and feeling each other. M’Baku is into a beach game with Veronica, Shuri and Adrian. Adrian has Shuri on his shoulders, Veronica is on M’Baku’s as the girls attempt to push one another over into the water. Their laughs echo across the beach as T’Challa looks at them and how happy they are. Adrian definitely acts more like Shuri than him, if he had to admit anything about their relation.

He watches as M’Baku topples over with Veronica. Shuri flexes and growls imitating a Jabari chant in victory. Once M’Baku gets back up he tackles Adrian sending, Shuri and them into the water. Shuri comes up, disgruntled as she yells at M’Baku for his antics. Adrian and M’Baku wrestle in the water until M’Baku drags Adrian to the shore, putting him in a sleeper choke hold.

T’Challa thinks it’s getting a little too rough, so he gets up running over to them, “All right, that is enough!”

M’Baku laughs, “It is over when he taps out. Show me what you’ve got, little one!”

Adrian squeaks, “I know you are getting tired; water sports are easier on the joints for the elderly!”

M’Baku lets out a hearty laugh, “Oh, how rich! He has the Udaku mouth, that is for sure. Jabari act more than speak!”

T’Challa puts M’Baku in a hold that shakes him up. M’Baku lets Adrian go, rolling his body forward to whip T’Challa off of his back.

“The hell is wrong with you T’Challa? Did you think I was going to kill him?” M’Baku asks. Shuri watches from a distance.

T’Challa gets up, wiping sand off of him. “You know better than to hurt someone of royal blood.”

M’Baku guffaws, “Oh we acknowledge him now, do we? The lost brother is now welcome! Bring your fattest pig, finest clothes, rings for every finger! Oh PLEASE!” M’Baku’s nostrils flare, eyes bucking. Veronica holds his arm to anchor him.

T’Challa points to him warning, “M’Baku, you treat my brother with resp-”

“HE IS A JABARI! My cousin!” He says, beating his chest with each syllable. “You have a problem with how I engage with my cousin, I’ll take it into consideration when you treat him like your brother!”

“T’Challa…” Shuri looks at him confused.

“Shuri, it’s not-”

“I have been playing this whole time with my own brother, and you knew?? When were you going to tell me?”

“It’s not that simpl-”

“Save it, brother. I’m calling Nakia to take me to my loft.” Shuri walks away.

M’Baku asks T’Challa, “The child gets her own loft?”

“I run all the vibranium in Wakanda, what do you think?!” Shuri calls behind her.

M’Baku raises his eyebrows, “With ears like a rabbit, it seems.”

T’Challa collects his things, “It’s about time we call it a night. Adrian you can come with me. Where did Erik go?” He and M’Baku look around but see him nowhere.

“Do you wanna call it a night, M’Baku?” Veronica asks, eyes fluttering.

M’Baku takes her hand, kissing it. “I must admit that our festivities have drained my energy considerably.”

Veronica frowns, “Well I’m right across the street if you could...walk me home?”

T’Challa starts to head for the penthouse with Adrian , “I will see you later M’Baku. I’m heading back.”

Once he makes it back to the penthouse, T’Challa crashes on the couch, sighing deeply. His phone dings with a message from Nakia saying she dropped off Shuri and is coming to get Adrian.

Adrian turns on the TV. “So Shuri seems nice.”

T’Challa grips the bridge of his nose, “That will change.”

Adrian gets up to go to the fridge, grabbing a water. “Well maybe she just likes me more than you, who knows.”

T’Challa looks back at him like he is crazy. “You know her for all of five minutes, and you think she would pick you as a favorite brother?”

Adrian takes a sip, “I’m just saying, we are close in age, and when we were having fun, she was mad at you and storming off so, boom!”

T’Challa shakes his head, “I don’t argue with children.”

Adrian walks slowly to the couch, looking confused, turning down the TV slightly. “T’Challa...I think Erik is here.”

“Yeah I saw shoes and shirt by the door when we walked in. No home training.”

M’Baku walks in, “How are we doing, gentlemen?” He is beaming from ear to ear.

“I take it you and Veronica had a nice goodbye.” Adrian says.

M’Baku plops on the couch, causing Adrian to hop from his weight. “I do not kiss and tell…”

“Fuck! Oh!” a woman’s voice says

Everyone freezes at the distant exclamation.

“What was….” T’Challa starts.

“What’s my name, Princess? Lemme fuckin hear it!” Erik growls.

“Daddy! Oh, gimme that daddy dick!”

Adrian covers his giggles, “Remember I told you Erik was here? It sounded straight up like LL Cool J’s song ‘Doin It’ back there.”

M’Baku gets up striding out to the balcony, “I should’ve just stayed the night with Veronica. Now I have to hear this.” He closes the glass behind him.

Nakia walks into the penthouse, “Hey, guys. Did things go well?”

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” the woman sounds operatic as she ought to be climaxing with all the noise.

“That’s it, nut on this dick-”

“ERIK!! Keep it down! Adrian, come on, get out!” He pulls Adrian to the door to rush him and Nakia out.

Adrian walks down the stairs as Nakia turns to T’Challa. “I didn’t think of you as someone to half-ass things, T’Challa…”

“I was protecting her-”

Like your father was protecting you! What does keeping the truth from people do T’Challa, huh? Has it done you any good? Erik?” Nakia storms off. T’Challa leans against the wall outside the penthouse. He is not used to being the bad guy, but his father left a trash legacy that he must try and turn into a treasure. Heavy is the head of the privileged. As T’Challa goes to open the door to return inside, it opens by itself. Erik’s date walks out, hair a mess, and all around disheveled.

“Aight Leslie, you be careful walking down those steps. Your hips oughta feel better by Thursday.” She smiled goofily waving goodbye as Erik leaned against the doorframe watching her go.

“Phew! Well, what’d I miss?”

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